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The freight is rich, so heave the line in time! 270
Farewell! I scarce have time, but yet your _hand_,
My father! ----

_Wer. _ Let me embrace thee!

_Ulr. _ We may be
Observed: subdue your nature to the hour!
Keep off from me as from your foe!

_Wer. _ Accursed
Be he who is the stifling cause which smothers
The best and sweetest feeling of our hearts;
At such an hour too!

_Ulr. _ Yes, curse--it will ease you!
Here is the Intendant.

_Enter_ IDENSTEIN.

_Ulr.
_ Master Idenstein,
How fare you in your purpose? Have you caught
The rogue?

_Iden. _ No, faith!

_Ulr. _ Well, there are plenty more: 280
You may have better luck another chase.
Where is the Baron?

_Iden. _ Gone back to his chamber:
And now I think on't, asking after you
With nobly-born impatience.

_Ulr. _ Your great men
Must be answered on the instant, as the bound
Of the stung steed replies unto the spur:
'Tis well they have horses, too; for if they had not,
I fear that men must draw their chariots, as
They say kings did Sesostris[189].

_Iden. _ Who was he?

_Ulr. _ An old Bohemian--an imperial gipsy. 290

_Iden.