_this!_--another look!

_Wer._ Gaze on it freely;
At day-dawn it is yours.

_Iden._ Oh, thou sweet sparkler!
Thou more than stone of the philosopher!
Thou touch-stone of Philosophy herself! 330
Thou bright eye of the Mine! thou loadstar of
The soul! the true magnetic Pole to which
All hearts point duly north, like trembling needles!
Thou flaming Spirit of the Earth! which, sitting
High on the Monarch's Diadem, attractest
More worship than the majesty who sweats
Beneath the crown which makes his head ache, like
Millions of hearts which bleed to lend it lustre!
Shalt thou be mine? I am, methinks, already
A little king, a lucky alchymist!-- 340
A wise magician, who has bound the devil
Without the forfeit of his soul. But come,
Werner, or what else?

_Wer._ Call me Werner still;
You may yet know me by a loftier title.

_Iden._ I do believe in thee! thou art the spirit
Of whom I long have dreamed in a low garb.--
But come, I'll serve thee; thou shalt be as free
As air, despite the waters; let us hence:
I'll show thee I am honest--(oh, thou jewel!)
Thou shalt be furnished, Werner, with such means 350
Of flight, that if thou wert a snail, not birds[cu]
Should overtake thee.--Let me gaze again!
I have a foster-brother in the mart
Of Hamburgh skilled in precious stones. How many
Carats may it weigh?--Come, Werner, I will wing thee.
[_Exeunt_.

SCENE II.--STRALENHEIM'S _Chamber_.

STRALENHEIM _and_ FRITZ.

_Fritz_. All's ready, my good Lord!

_Stral._ I am not sleepy,
And yet I must to bed: I fain would say
To rest, but something heavy on my spirit,
Too dull for wakefulness, too quick for slumber,
Sits on me as a cloud along the sky,
Which will not let the sunbeams through, nor yet
Descend in rain and end, but spreads itself
'Twixt earth and heaven, like envy between man
And man, an everlasting mist:--I will
Unto my pillow.

_Fritz_. May you rest there well! 10

_Stral._ I feel, and fear, I shall.

_Fritz_. And