No More Learning

_ Yes, or be
No true knight. --Come, dear Ulric! yield to me
In this, for this one day: the day looks heavy,
And you are turned so pale and ill.

_Ulr. _ You jest.

_Ida. _ Indeed I do not:--ask of Rodolph.

_Rod. _ Truly,
My Lord, within this quarter of an hour
You have changed more than e'er I saw you change
In years.

_Ulr. _ 'Tis nothing; but if 'twere, the air
Would soon restore me. I'm the true cameleon,
And live but on the atmosphere;[196] your feasts 220
In castle halls, and social banquets, nurse not
My spirit--I'm a forester and breather
Of the steep mountain-tops,[197] where I love all
The eagle loves.

_Ida. _ Except his prey, I hope.

_Ulr.
_ Sweet Ida, wish me a fair chase, and I
Will bring you six boars' heads for trophies home.

_Ida. _ And will you not stay, then? You shall not go!
Come! I will sing to you.

_Ulr. _ Ida, you scarcely
Will make a soldier's wife.

_Ida. _ I do not wish
To be so; for I trust these wars are over, 230
And you will live in peace on your domains.

_Enter_ WERNER _as_ COUNT SIEGENDORF.

_Ulr. _ My father, I salute you, and it grieves me
With such brief greeting. --You have heard our bugle;
The vassals wait.

_Sieg. _ So let them.