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_Gab. _ I seek not to disturb
His noble memory.

_Stral. _ I apprehend
This is one of the strangers to whose aid[cp]
I owe my rescue. Is not that the other?
[_Pointing to_ WERNER.
My state when I was succoured must excuse 470
My uncertainty to whom I owe so much.

_Iden. _ He! --no, my Lord! he rather wants for rescue
Than can afford it. 'Tis a poor sick man,
Travel-tired, and lately risen from a bed
From whence he never dreamed to rise.

_Stral. _ Methought
That there were two.

_Gab.
_ There were, in company;
But, in the service rendered to your Lordship,
I needs must say but _one_, and he is absent.
The chief part of whatever aid was rendered
Was _his_: it was his fortune to be first. 480
My will was not inferior, but his strength
And youth outstripped me; therefore do not waste
Your thanks on me. I was but a glad second
Unto a nobler principal.

_Stral. _ Where is he?

_An Atten. _ My Lord, he tarried in the cottage where
Your Excellency rested for an hour,
And said he would be here to-morrow.

_Stral. _ Till
That hour arrives, I can but offer thanks,
And then----

_Gab. _ I seek no more, and scarce deserve
So much. My comrade may speak for himself. 490

_Stral. _ (_fixing his eyes upon_ WERNER: _then aside_).
It cannot be! and yet he must be looked to.