farewell to its great doings,
The standards o'er me, and the tramplings round,
The roar of rushing thousands,--all--all could not
Chase this man from my mind, although my senses
No longer held him palpable.

_Ulr._ You saw him
No more, then?

_Sieg._ I looked, as a dying soldier 120
Looks at a draught of water, for this man;
But still I saw him not; but in his stead----

_Ulr._ What in his stead?

_Sieg._ My eye for ever fell
Upon your dancing crest; the loftiest.
As on the loftiest and the loveliest head,
It rose the highest of the stream of plumes,
Which overflowed the glittering streets of Prague.

_Ulr._ What's this to the Hungarian?

_Sieg._ Much! for I
Had almost then forgot him in my son;
When just as the artillery ceased, and paused 130
The music, and the crowd embraced in lieu
Of shouting, I heard in a deep, low voice,
Distinct and keener far upon my ear
Than the late cannon's volume, this word--"_Werner!_"

_Ulr._ Uttered by----

_Sieg._ HIM! I turned--and saw--and fell.

_Ulr._ And wherefore? Were you seen?

_Sieg._ The officious care
Of those around me dragged me from the spot,
Seeing my faintness, ignorant of the cause:
You, too, were too remote in the procession
(The old nobles being divided from their children) 140
To aid me.

_Ulr._ But I'll aid you now.

_Sieg._ In what?

_Ulr._ In searching for this man, or----When he's found,
What shall we do with him?

_Sieg._ I know not that.

_Ulr._ Then wherefore seek?

_Sieg._ Because I cannot rest
Till he is found. His fate, and Stralenheim's,
And ours, seem intertwisted! nor can be
Unravelled, till----

_Enter an_ ATTENDANT.

_Atten._ A stranger to wait on
Your Excellency.

_Sieg._ Who?

_Atten._ He gave no name.

_Sieg._ Admit him, ne'ertheless.
[_The_ ATTENDANT _introduces_ GABOR, _and afterwards exit_.
Ah!

_Gab._ 'Tis then Werner!

_Sieg._ (_haughtily_).