_ Perhaps: my father wishes it, and, sooth, 130
'Tis no bad policy: this union with
The last bud of the rival branch at once
Unites the future and destroys the past.
'Tis no bad policy: this union with
The last bud of the rival branch at once
Unites the future and destroys the past.
Byron
_ I thought you loved the lady Ida?
_Ulr. _ Why,
I do so--but it follows not from that
I would bind in my youth and glorious years, 120
So brief and burning, with a lady's zone,
Although 'twere that of Venus:--but I love her,
As woman should be loved--fairly and solely.
_Rod. _ And constantly?
_Ulr. _ I think so; for I love
Nought else. --But I have not the time to pause
Upon these gewgaws of the heart. Great things
We have to do ere long. Speed! speed! good Rodolph!
_Rod. _ On my return, however, I shall find
The Baroness Ida lost in Countess Siegendorf?
_Ulr.
_ Perhaps: my father wishes it, and, sooth, 130
'Tis no bad policy: this union with
The last bud of the rival branch at once
Unites the future and destroys the past.
_Rod. _ Adieu.
_Ulr. _ Yet hold--we had better keep together
Until the chase begins; then draw thou off,
And do as I have said.
_Rod. _ I will. But to
Return--'twas a most kind act in the count
Your father to send up to Konigsberg
For this fair orphan of the Baron, and
To hail her as his daughter.
_Ulr. _ Wondrous kind! 140
Especially as little kindness till
Then grew between them.
_Rod. _ The late Baron died
Of a fever, did he not?
_Ulr. _ How should I know?
_Rod.
_Ulr. _ Why,
I do so--but it follows not from that
I would bind in my youth and glorious years, 120
So brief and burning, with a lady's zone,
Although 'twere that of Venus:--but I love her,
As woman should be loved--fairly and solely.
_Rod. _ And constantly?
_Ulr. _ I think so; for I love
Nought else. --But I have not the time to pause
Upon these gewgaws of the heart. Great things
We have to do ere long. Speed! speed! good Rodolph!
_Rod. _ On my return, however, I shall find
The Baroness Ida lost in Countess Siegendorf?
_Ulr.
_ Perhaps: my father wishes it, and, sooth, 130
'Tis no bad policy: this union with
The last bud of the rival branch at once
Unites the future and destroys the past.
_Rod. _ Adieu.
_Ulr. _ Yet hold--we had better keep together
Until the chase begins; then draw thou off,
And do as I have said.
_Rod. _ I will. But to
Return--'twas a most kind act in the count
Your father to send up to Konigsberg
For this fair orphan of the Baron, and
To hail her as his daughter.
_Ulr. _ Wondrous kind! 140
Especially as little kindness till
Then grew between them.
_Rod. _ The late Baron died
Of a fever, did he not?
_Ulr. _ How should I know?
_Rod.
