Unravel. They look up to him-consult him- No matter whose-of this be sure, that he PRIOR ALBERT. Is there no blood upon it? SIEGENDORF. No: but there's worse than blood-eternal shame! PRIOR ALBERT. Did he who own'd it die in his bed? [SIEGENDORF offers the gold which he had taken He did. from STRALENHEIM. PRIOR ALBERT. Count, if I Receive it, 't is because I know too well Refusal would offend you. Be assured Son! you relapse into revenge, If you regret your enemy's bloodless death. SIEGENDORF. Ilis death was fathomlessly deep in blood. The truth, and nought but truth, if not the whole: Of this man weighs on me, as if I shed it, I did not!--nay, once spared it, when I might But pray for him, for me, and all my house; For, as I said, though I be innocent, I know not why, a like remorse is on me PRIOR ALBERT. I will. Be comforted! You are innocent, and should Be calm as innocence. SIEGENDORF. But calmness is not Always the attribute of innocence: I feel it is not. PRIOR ALBERT. But it will be so, When the mind gathers up its truth within it. For bloodshed stopt, let blood, you shed not, rise Enter the CoOUNTESS JOSEPHINE SIEGENDORF and !DA STRALENHEIM. JOSEPHINE. Well, Heaven be praised, the show is over! How can you say so! Of aught so beautiful. IDA. Never have I dreamt The flowers, the boughs, The banners, and the nobles, and the knights, The the robes, the plumes, the happy faces, Gems, The coursers, and the incense, and the sun Streaming through the stain'd windows, even the tombs, Which look'd so calm, and the celestial hymns, Which seem'd as if they rather came from heaven Than mounted there. The bursting organ's peal Rolling on high like an harmonious thunder; The white robes, and the lifted eyes; the world At peace! and all at peace with one another! Oh, my sweet mother! JOSEPHINE. [Embracing JOSEPHÏNE. My beloved child! For such, I trust, thou shalt be shortly. IDA. Oh! I am so already. Feel how my heart beats! JOSEPHINE. It does, my love; and never may it throb With aught more bitter! IDA. Never shall it do so! How should it? What should make us grieve! I hate To hear of sorrow: how can we be sad, [Exeunt. Who love each other so entirely? You, When we reach'd the Muldau's bridge, The decorated street, the long array, The clashing music, and the thundering. A long and loud farewell to its great doings, ULRIC. No more, then? You saw him Ah! GABOR. "GABOR. SIEGENDORF. 1. SIEGENDORF. These hints, as vague as vain, attach no less To me than to my son. GABOR. I can't help that. I speak to you, Count Siegendorf, because [SIEGENDORF first looks at the Hungarian, and then ULRIC (looks at his father and says). GABOR. I am unarm'd, count-bid your son lay down ULRIC (offers it to him contemptuously). GABOR. No, sir; 'tis enough That we are both unarm'd-I would not choose To wear a steel which may be stain'd with more Blood than came there in battle. ULRIC (casts the sabre from him in contempt). It or some Such other weapon, in my hands-spared yours Once, when disarm'd and at my mercy. GABOR. True I have not forgotten it: you spared me for ULRIC. Proceed. The tale is doubtless worthy the relater. But is it of my father to hear further? [TO SIEGENDORF. SIEGENDORF (takes his son by the hand). My son! I know mine own innocence-and doubt not Of yours-but I have promised this man patience; As on that dread night | Let him continue. GABOR. I will not detain you By speaking of myself much; I began A winter in obscurity, it was My chance at several places of resort (Which I frequented sometimes, but not often) Sent by the state, had, after strong resistance, Had carried from their usual haunt the forests |