We scorn it as we do board-wages: then Had one of our folks done it, he would not His neck for one rouleau, but have swoop'd all; IDEN. There is some sense in that— FRITZ. No, Sir, be sure 'Twas none of our corps; but some petty, trivial The only question is-Who else could have IDEN. You don't mean me? FRITZ. Your talents IDEN. No, Sir; I honour more And my principles, I hope.. FRITZ. Of course. But to the point: What's to be done? IDEN. Nothing-but there's a good deal to be said. We'll offer a reward; move heaven and earth, And the police (though there's none nearer than (For we've no printer); and set by my clerk Search empty pockets; also, to arrest All gipsies, and ill-clothed and sallow people. For FRITZ. IDEN. Where? He hath found a better. FRITZ. In a most immense inheritance. The late Count Siegendorf, his distant kinsman, Is dead near Prague, in his castle, and my lord Is on his way to take possession. IDEN. No heir? Was there FRITZ. Oh, yes; but he has disappear'd For the last twenty years; for whom his sire And has much influence with a certain court. IDEN. He's fortunate. FRITZ. "Tis true, there is a grandson, Whom the late count reclaim'd from his son's hands, And educated as his heir; but then His birth is doubtful. IDEN. FRITZ. How so? His sire made A left-hand, love, imprudent sort of marriage, IDEN. If he's a lad of metal, he may yet Dispute your claim, and weave a web that may For mettle, he has quite enough: they say, He forms a happy mixture of his sire And grandsire's qualities,-impetuous as The former, and deep as the latter; but IDEN. The devil he did! FRITZ. Why, yes: It must have been at his suggestion, at An hour so critical as was the eve Of the old man's death, whose heart was broken by it. IDEN. Was there no cause assign'd? FRITZ. Plenty, no doubt, But peace being made soon after his departure, A fourth set charitably have surmised, As there was something strange and mystic in him, That in the wild exuberance of his nature, He had join'd the black bands, who lay waste Lusatia, The mountains of Bohemia and Silesia, Since the last years of war had dwindled into Of bandit warfare; each troop with its chief, IDEN. That cannot be. A young heir, bred to wealth and luxury, To risk his life and honours with disbanded Soldiers and desperadoes! FRITZ. Heaven best knows! But there are human natures so allied Unto the savage love of enterprize, That they will seek for peril as a pleasure. The baron, and the Saxon stranger, who Was his chief aid in yesterday's escape, STRAL. Enter STRALENHEIM and ULRIC. Since you have refused All compensation, gentle stranger, save |