DRAMATIS PERSONE. MEN. WERNER. ULRIC. STRALENHEIM. IDENSTEIN. Gabor. FRITZ. HENRICK. ERIC. ARNHEIM. MEISTER. RODOLPH. LUDWIG. WOMEN. JOSEPHINE. IDA STRALENHEIM. Scene-partly on the frontier of Silesia, and partly in Siegendorf Castle, near Prague. Time-the close of the thirty years' war. OR, THE INHERITANCE. ACT I. SCENE I. The Hall of a decayed Palace near a small Town on the northern Frontier of Silesia—the Night tempestuous. WERNER and JOSEPHINE his wife. JOSEPHINE. My love, be calmer! WERNER. I am calm. JOSEPHINE. To me Yes, but not to thyself: thy pace is hurried, WERNER. 'Tis chill; the tapestry lets through The wind to which it waves: my blood is frozen. WERNER. Let it flow Until 'tis spilt or check'd-how soon, I care not. JOSEPHINE. And am I nothing in thy heart? WERNER. All-all. JOSEPHINE. Then canst thou wish for that which must break mine? WERNER (approaching her slowy). But for thee I had been-no matter what, But much of good and evil; what I am, Thou knowest; what I might or should have been, Thou knowest not: but still I love thee, nor Shall aught divide us. (WERNER walks on abruptly, and then approaches JOSEPHINE.) The storm of the night, Perhaps, affects me; I'm a thing of feelings, Thou know'st by sufferings more than mine, my love! In watching me. JOSEPHINE. To see thee well is much To see thee happy WERNER. Where hast thou seen such? Let me be wretched with the rest! JOSEPHINE. But think How many in this hour of tempest shiver Beneath the biting wind and heavy rain, Whose every drop bows them down nearer earth, Which hath no chamber for them save beneath Her surface. WERNER. And that's not the worst: who cares For chambers? rest is all. The wretches whom A beggar, and should know the thing thou talk'st of. JOSEPHINE. And art thou not now shelter'd from them all? Be thankless for that refuge which their habits Needful than to the peasant, when the ebb Of fortune leaves them on the shoals of life? WERNER. It is not that, thou know'st it is not; we Something beyond our outward sufferings (though These were enough to gnaw into our souls) |