case; he died
Alone, unknown,--a solitary grave,
Obscure as his deserts, without a scutcheon,
Is all he'll have, or wants. If _I_ discover
The assassin, 'twill be well--if not, believe me,
None else; though all the full-fed train of menials
May howl above his ashes (as they did
Around him in his danger on the Oder),
Will no more stir a finger _now_ than _then_. 150
Hence! hence! I must not hear your answer.--Look!
The stars are almost faded, and the grey
Begins to grizzle the black hair of night.
You shall not answer:--Pardon me that I
Am peremptory: 'tis your son that speaks,
Your long-lost, late-found son.--Let's call my mother!
Softly and swiftly step, and leave the rest
To me: I'll answer for the event as far
As regards _you_, and that is the chief point,
As my first duty, which shall be observed. 160
We'll meet in Castle Siegendorf--once more
Our banners shall be glorious! Think of that
Alone, and leave all other thoughts to me,
Whose youth may better battle with them--Hence!
And may your age be happy!--I will kiss
My mother once more, then Heaven's speed be with you!

_Wer._ This counsel's safe--but is it honourable?

_Ulr._ To save a father is a child's chief honour.
[_Exeunt_.

ACT IV.

SCENE I.--_A Gothic Hall in the Castle of Siegendorf, near Prague_.

_Enter_ ERIC _and_ HENRICK, _Retainers of the Count_.

_Eric_. So, better times are come at last; to these
Old walls new masters and high wassail--both
A long desideratum.

_Hen._ Yes, for _masters_,
It might be unto those who long for novelty,
Though made by a new grave: but, as for wassail,
Methinks the old Count Siegendorf maintained
His feudal hospitality as high
As e'er another Prince of the empire.

_Eric_. Why
For the mere cup and trencher, we no doubt
Fared passing well; but as for merriment 10
And sport, without which salt and sauces season
The cheer but scantily, our sizings were
Even of the narrowest.

_Hen._ The old count loved not
The roar of revel; are you sure that _this_ does?

_Eric_. As yet he hath been cou