The Works of Lord Byron Volume V Part 91

_Jos._ (_coming forward_).

I fain would shun these scenes, too oft repeated, Of feudal tyranny o'er petty victims; I cannot aid, and will not witness such.

Even here, in this remote, unnamed, dull spot, 700 The dimmest in the district's map, exist The insolence of wealth in poverty O'er something poorer still--the pride of rank In servitude, o'er something still more servile; And vice in misery affecting still A tattered splendour. What a state of being!

In Tuscany, my own dear sunny land, Our n.o.bles were but citizens and merchants,[170]

Like Cosmo. We had evils, but not such As these; and our all-ripe and gushing valleys 710 Made poverty more cheerful, where each herb Was in itself a meal, and every vine Rained, as it were, the beverage which makes glad The heart of man; and the ne'er unfelt sun (But rarely clouded, and when clouded, leaving His warmth behind in memory of his beams) Makes the worn mantle, and the thin robe, less Oppressive than an emperor's jewelled purple.

But, here! the despots of the north appear To imitate the ice-wind of their clime, 720 Searching the shivering va.s.sal through his rags, To wring his soul--as the bleak elements His form. And 'tis to be amongst these sovereigns My husband pants! and such his pride of birth-- That twenty years of usage, such as no Father born in a humble state could nerve His soul to persecute a son withal, Hath changed no atom of his early nature; But I, born n.o.bly also, from my father's Kindness was taught a different lesson. Father! 730 May thy long-tried and now rewarded spirit Look down on us and our so long desired Ulric! I love my son, as thou didst me!

What's that? Thou, Werner! can it be? and thus?

_Enter_ WERNER _hastily, with the knife in his hand, by the secret panel, which he closes hurriedly after him_.

_Wer._ (_not at first recognising her_).

Discovered! then I'll stab--(_recognising her_). Ah! Josephine Why art thou not at rest?

_Jos._ What rest? My G.o.d!

What doth this mean?

_Wer._ (_showing a rouleau_).

Here's _gold_--_gold_, Josephine, Will rescue us from this detested dungeon.

_Jos._ And how obtained?--that knife!

_Wer._ 'Tis bloodless--_yet_.

Away--we must to our chamber.

_Jos._ But whence comest thou? 740

_Wer._ Ask not! but let us think where we shall go-- This--this will make us way--(_showing the gold_)--I'll fit them now.

_Jos._ I dare not think thee guilty of dishonour.

_Wer._ Dishonour!

_Jos._ I have said it.

_Wer._ Let us hence: 'Tis the last night, I trust, that we need pa.s.s here.

_Jos._ And not the worst, I hope.

_Wer._ Hope! I make _sure_.

But let us to our chamber.

_Jos._ Yet one question-- What hast thou _done_?

_Wer._ (_fiercely_). Left one thing _undone_, which Had made all well: let me not think of it!

Away!

_Jos._ Alas that I should doubt of thee! 750 [_Exeunt_.

ACT II.

SCENE I.--_A Hall in the same Palace_.

_Enter_ IDENSTEIN _and Others_.

_Iden._ Fine doings! goodly doings! honest doings!

A Baron pillaged in a Prince's palace!

Where, till this hour, such a sin ne'er was heard of.

_Fritz_. It hardly could, unless the rats despoiled The mice of a few shreds of tapestry.

_Iden._ Oh! that I e'er should live to see this day!

The honour of our city's gone for ever.

_Fritz_. Well, but now to discover the delinquent: The Baron is determined not to lose This sum without a search.

_Iden._ And so am I. 10

_Fritz_. But whom do you suspect?

_Iden._ Suspect! all people Without--within--above--below--Heaven help me!

_Fritz_. Is there no other entrance to the chamber?

_Iden._ None whatsoever.

_Fritz_. Are you sure of that?

_Iden._ Certain. I have lived and served here since my birth, And if there were such, must have heard of such, Or seen it.

_Fritz_. Then it must be some one who Had access to the antechamber.

_Iden._ Doubtless.

_Fritz_. The man called _Werner's_ poor!

_Iden._ Poor as a miser[171].

But lodged so far off, in the other wing, 20 By which there's no communication with The baron's chamber, that it can't be he.

Besides, I bade him "good night" in the hall, Almost a mile off, and which only leads To his own apartment, about the same time When this burglarious, larcenous felony Appears to have been committed.

_Fritz_. There's another, The stranger----

_Iden._ The Hungarian?

_Fritz_. He who helped To fish the baron from the Oder.

_Iden._ Not Unlikely. But, hold--might it not have been 30 One of the suite?