No More Learning

Fear not! --
[_Exit_ JOSEPHINE.

_Stral. _ Ulric, I think that I may trust you; 340
You saved my life--and acts like these beget
Unbounded confidence.

_Ulr. _ Say on.

_Stral. _ Mysterious
And long-engendered circumstances (not
To be now fully entered on) have made
This man obnoxious--perhaps fatal to me.

_Ulr. _ Who? Gabor, the Hungarian?

_Stral. _ No--this "Werner"--
With the false name and habit.

_Ulr. _ How can this be?
He is the poorest of the poor--and yellow
Sickness sits caverned in his hollow eye[cs]:
The man is helpless.

_Stral. _ He is--'tis no matter;-- 350
But if he be the man I deem (and that
He is so, all around us here--and much
That is not here--confirm my apprehension)
He must be made secure ere twelve hours further.

_Ulr. _ And what have I to do with this?

_Stral. _ I have sent
To Frankfort, to the Governor, my friend,
(I have the authority to do so by
An order of the house of Brandenburgh),
For a fit escort--but this cursed flood
Bars all access, and may do for some hours. 360

_Ulr. _ It is abating.

_Stral. _ That is well.

_Ulr. _ But how
Am I concerned?

_Stral. _ As one who did so much
For me, you cannot be indifferent to
That which is of more import to me than
The life you rescued. --Keep your eye on _him_!