world which still contains 40
You and my Ulric. Did you ever see
Aught like him? How he towered amongst them all!
How all eyes followed him! The flowers fell faster--
Rained from each lattice at his feet, methought,
Than before all the rest; and where he trod
I dare be sworn that they grow still, nor e'er
Will wither.

_Jos._ You will spoil him, little flatterer,
If he should hear you.

_Ida._ But he never will.
I dare not say so much to him--I fear him.

_Jos._ Why so? he loves you well.

_Ida._ But I can never 50
Shape my thoughts _of_ him into words _to_ him:
Besides, he sometimes frightens me.

_Jos._ How so?
_Ida._ A cloud comes o'er his blue eyes suddenly,
Yet he says nothing.

_Jos._ It is nothing: all men,
Especially in these dark troublous times,
Have much to think of.

_Ida._ But I cannot think
Of aught save him.

_Jos._ Yet there are other men,
In the world's eye, as goodly. There's, for instance,
The young Count Waldorf, who scarce once withdrew
His eyes from yours to-day.

_Ida._ I did not see him, 60
But Ulric. Did you not see at the moment
When all knelt, and I wept? and yet, methought,
Through my fast tears, though they were thick and warm,
I saw him smiling on me.

_Jos._ I could not
See aught save Heaven, to which my eyes were raised,
Together with the people's.

_Ida._ I thought too
Of Heaven, although I looked on Ulric.

_Jos._ Come,
Let us retire! they will be here anon,
Expectant of the banquet. We will lay
Aside these nodding plumes and dragging trains. 70

_Ida._ And, above all, these stiff and heavy jewels,
Which make my head and heart ache, as both throb
Beneath their glitter o'er my brow and zone.
Dear mother, I am with you.

_Enter_ COUNT SIEGENDORF, _in full dress, from the
solemnity_, and LUDWIG.

_Sieg._ Is he not found?

_Lud._ Strict search is making every where; and if
The man be in Prague, be sure he will be found.

_Sieg._