Oh, my God! do _you?_

_Ulr._ Why do you ask?

_Ida._ Because you look as if you saw a murderer!

_Ulr._ (_agitatedly_).
Ida, this is mere childishness; your weakness 200
Infects me, to my shame: but as all feelings
Of yours are common to me, it affects me.
Prithee, sweet child, change----

_Ida._ Child, indeed! I have
Full fifteen summers! [_A bugle sounds_.

_Rod._ Hark, my Lord, the bugle!

_Ida_ (_peevishly to_ RODOLPH).
Why need you tell him that? Can he not hear it
Without your echo?

_Rod._ Pardon me, fair Baroness!

_Ida._ I will not pardon you, unless you earn it
By aiding me in my dissuasion of
Count Ulric from the chase to-day.

_Rod._ You will not,
Lady, need aid of mine.

_Ulr._ I must not now 210
Forgo it.

_Ida._ But you shall!

_Ulr._ _Shall!_

_Ida._ Yes, or be
No true knight.--Come, dear Ulric! yield to me
In this, for this one day: the day looks heavy,
And you are turned so pale and ill.

_Ulr._ You jest.

_Ida._ Indeed I do not:--ask of Rodolph.

_Rod._ Truly,
My Lord, within this quarter of an hour
You have changed more than e'er I saw you change
In years.

_Ulr._ 'Tis nothing; but if 'twere, the air
Would soon restore me. I'm the true cameleon,
And live but on the atmosphere;[196] your feasts 220
In castle halls, and social banquets, nurse not
My spirit--I'm a forester and breather
Of the steep mountain-tops,[197] where I love all
The eagle loves.

_Ida._ Except his prey, I hope.

_Ulr._ Sweet Ida, wish me a fair chase, and I
Will bring you six boars' heads for trophies home.

_Ida._ And will you not stay, then? You shall not go!
Come! I will sing to you.

_Ulr._ Ida, you scarcely
Will make a soldier's wife.

_Ida._ I do not wish
To be so; for I trust these wars are over, 230
And you will live in peace on your domains.

_Enter_ WERNE