ot.
[ULRIC _endeavours to compose himself_.

_Gab._ Look at _him_, Count, and then _hear me_.

_Sieg._ (_first to_ GABOR, _and then looking at_ ULRIC).
I hear thee.
My God! you look----

_Ulr._ How?

_Sieg._ As on that dread night,
When we met in the garden.

_Ulr._ (_composing himself_). It is nothing.

_Gab._ Count, you are bound to hear me. I came hither
Not seeking you, but sought. When I knelt down
Amidst the people in the church, I dreamed not
To find the beggared Werner in the seat
Of Senators and Princes; but you have called me, 190
And we have met.

_Sieg._ Go on, sir.

_Gab._ Ere I do so,
Allow me to inquire, who profited
By Stralenheim's death? Was't I--as poor as ever;
And poorer by suspicion on my name!
The Baron lost in that last outrage neither
Jewels nor gold; his life alone was sought.--
A life which stood between the claims of others
To honours and estates scarce less than princely.

_Sieg._ These hints, as vague as vain, attach no less
To me than to my son.

_Gab._ I can't help that. 200
But let the consequence alight on him
Who feels himself the guilty one amongst us.
I speak to you, Count Siegendorf, because
I know you innocent, and deem you just.
But ere I can proceed--_dare_ you protect me?
_Dare_ you command me?

[SIEGENDORF _first looks at the Hungarian, and then at_
ULRIC, _who has unbuckled his sabre, and is drawing
lines with it on the floor--still in its sheath_.

_Ulr._ (_looks at his father, and says_,) Let the man go on!

_Gab._ I am unarmed, Count, bid your son lay down
His sabre.

_Ulr._ (_offers it to him contemptuously_). Take it.

_Gab._ No, sir, 'tis enough
That we are both unarmed--I would not choose
To wear a steel which may be stained with more 210
Blood than came there in battle.

_Ulr._ (_casts the sabre from him in contempt_). It--or some
Such other weapon in my hand--spared yours
Once, when disarmed and at my mercy.

_Gab._