No More Learning

[ULRIC _pronounces the last words slowly and emphatically
in a low voice to_ GABOR.

_Gab. _ I thank you
Less for my life than for your counsel.

_Stral. _ These
Brawls must end here.

_Gab. _ (_taking his sword_). They _shall_. You've wronged me, Ulric,
More with your unkind thoughts than sword: I would
The last were in my bosom rather than
The first in yours. I could have borne yon noble's 300
Absurd insinuations--ignorance
And dull suspicion are a part of his
Entail will last him longer than his lands--
But I may fit _him_ yet:--you have vanquished me.
I was the fool of passion to conceive
That I could cope with you, whom I had seen
Already proved by greater perils than
Rest in this arm. We may meet by and by,
However--but in friendship. [_Exit_ GABOR.

_Stral. _ I will brook
No more!
This outrage following upon his insults, 310
Perhaps his guilt, has cancelled all the little
I owed him heretofore for the so-vaunted
Aid which he added to your abler succour.
Ulric, you are not hurt? --

_Ulr. _ Not even by a scratch.

_Stral. _ (_to_ IDENSTEIN). Intendant! take your measures to secure
Yon fellow: I revoke my former lenity.
He shall be sent to Frankfort with an escort,
The instant that the waters have abated.

_Iden. _ Secure him! He hath got his sword again----
And seems to know the use on't; 'tis his trade, 320
Belike;--_I'm_ a civilian.

_Stral. _ Fool! are not
Yon score of vassals dogging at your heels
Enough to seize a dozen such? Hence!