_Enter_
JOSEPHINE
_and_ IDA.
Byron
remain to be
Denounced--dragged, it may be, in chains; and all
By your inherent weakness, half-humanity,
Selfish remorse, and temporizing pity,
That sacrifices your whole race to save
A wretch to profit by our ruin! No, Count,
Henceforth you have no son!
_Sieg. _ I never had one; 40
And would you ne'er had borne the useless name!
Where will you go? I would not send you forth
Without protection.
_Ulr. _ Leave that unto me.
I am not alone; nor merely the vain heir
Of your domains; a thousand, aye, ten thousand
Swords, hearts, and hands are mine.
_Sieg. _ The foresters!
With whom the Hungarian found you first at Frankfort!
_Ulr. _ Yes--men--who are worthy of the name! Go tell
Your Senators that they look well to Prague;
Their Feast of Peace was early for the times; 50
There are more spirits abroad than have been laid
With Wallenstein!
_Enter_ JOSEPHINE _and_ IDA.
_Jos. _ What is't we hear? My Siegendorf!
Thank Heaven, I see you safe!
_Sieg. _ Safe!
_Ida. _ Yes, dear father!
_Sieg. _ No, no; I have no children: never more
Call me by that worst name of parent.
_Jos. _ What
Means my good Lord?
_Sieg. _ That you have given birth
To a demon!
_Ida_ (_taking_ ULRIC'S _hand_).
Denounced--dragged, it may be, in chains; and all
By your inherent weakness, half-humanity,
Selfish remorse, and temporizing pity,
That sacrifices your whole race to save
A wretch to profit by our ruin! No, Count,
Henceforth you have no son!
_Sieg. _ I never had one; 40
And would you ne'er had borne the useless name!
Where will you go? I would not send you forth
Without protection.
_Ulr. _ Leave that unto me.
I am not alone; nor merely the vain heir
Of your domains; a thousand, aye, ten thousand
Swords, hearts, and hands are mine.
_Sieg. _ The foresters!
With whom the Hungarian found you first at Frankfort!
_Ulr. _ Yes--men--who are worthy of the name! Go tell
Your Senators that they look well to Prague;
Their Feast of Peace was early for the times; 50
There are more spirits abroad than have been laid
With Wallenstein!
_Enter_ JOSEPHINE _and_ IDA.
_Jos. _ What is't we hear? My Siegendorf!
Thank Heaven, I see you safe!
_Sieg. _ Safe!
_Ida. _ Yes, dear father!
_Sieg. _ No, no; I have no children: never more
Call me by that worst name of parent.
_Jos. _ What
Means my good Lord?
_Sieg. _ That you have given birth
To a demon!
_Ida_ (_taking_ ULRIC'S _hand_).
