To nearer thoughts of self. The laws (if e'er Is all he'll have, or wants. If I discover The assassin, 'twill be well-if not, believe me Will no more stir a finger now than then. And may your age be happy?—I will kiss My mother once more, then Heaven's speed be with you! WERNER. This counsel's safe--but is it honourable? ULRIC. To save a father is a child's chief honour. END OF ACT III. (Exeunt.) OR, THE INHERITANCE. ACT IV. SCENE I. A Gothic Hall in the Castle of Siegendorf, near Prague. Enter ERIC and HENRICK, retainers of the Count. ERIC. So, better times are come at last; to these HENRICK. Yes for masters, It might be unto those who long for novelty, Though made by a new grave: but as for wassail, Methinks the old Count Siegendorf maintain'd His feudal hospitality as high As e'er another prince of the empire. ERIC. Why, For the mere cup and trencher, we no doubt Even of the narrowest. HENRICK. The old count loved not The roar of revel; are you sure that this does? As yet he hath been courteous as he's bounteous, And we all love him. HENRICK His reign is as yet Hardly a year o'erpast its honey-moon, And moods of mind. ERIC. Pray heaven he keep the present! Then his brave son, Count Ulric-there's a knight! The wars are over : in the hall, who like The howling hounds, the boar makes for the thicket? HENRICK. No one's, I grant you: do not fear, if war ERIC. What do you mean? HENRICK. You can't deny his train of followers As What? ERIC. (Pauses.) HENRICK. The war (you love so much) leaves living; Like other Parents, She spoils her worst children. ERIC. Nonsense! they are all brave iron-visaged fellows, Such as old Tilly loved. HENRICK. And who loved Tilly? Ask that at Magdeburgh—or for that matter ERIC. Rest; But what beyond, 'tis not ours to pronounce. HENRICK. I wish they had left us something of their rest |