And would you go? I would not send you forth Without protection. ULRIC. Leave that unto me. I am not alone; nor merely the vain heir Of your domains: a thousand, ay, ten thousand SIEGENDORF. The foresters! With whom the Hungarian found you first at Frankfort? ULRIC. Yes-men-who are worthy of the name! Go tell No, no; I have no children: never more Call me by that worst name of parent. IDA (taking ULRIC's hand). SIEGENDORF. Ida, beware! there's blood upon that hand. I'd kiss it off, though it were mine! And I have loved this man! (IDA falls senseless-JOSEPHINE stands speechless with horror.) SIEGENDORF. The wretch hath slain Them both!-my Josephine! we are now alone! THE END. I. The «good old times»-all times, when old, are good— Are gone; the present might be, if they would; Great things have been, and are, and greater still Want little of mere mortals but their will: A wider space, a greener field is given To those who play their «< tricks before high Heaven. >> II. All is exploded-be it good or bad. Reader! remember when thou wert a lad, His very rival almost deem'd him such. 10 20 |