_ You mean to
_pursue_
it, as
'Tis of our safety.
'Tis of our safety.
Byron
Nets are for thrushes, eagles are not caught so:
We'll overfly or rend them.
_Wer. _ Show me _how? _
_Ulr. _ Can you not guess?
_Wer. _ I cannot.
_Ulr. _ That is strange.
Came the thought ne'er into your mind _last night_?
_Wer. _ I understand you not.
_Ulr. _ Then we shall never
More understand each other. But to change
The topic----
_Wer.
_ You mean to _pursue_ it, as
'Tis of our safety.
_Ulr. _ Right; I stand corrected. 170
I see the subject now more clearly, and
Our general situation in its bearings.
The waters are abating; a few hours
Will bring his summoned myrmidons from Frankfort,
When you will be a prisoner, perhaps worse,
And I an outcast, bastardised by practice
Of this same Baron to make way for him.
_Wer. _ And now your remedy! I thought to escape
By means of this accursed gold; but now
I dare not use it, show it, scarce look on it. 180
Methinks it wears upon its face my guilt
For motto, not the mintage of the state;
And, for the sovereign's head, my own begirt
With hissing snakes, which curl around my temples,
And cry to all beholders, Lo! a villain!
_Ulr. _ You must not use it, at least now; but take
This ring. [_He gives_ WERNER _a jewel_.
_Wer. _ A gem! It was my father's!
