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Scene II.
—Stralenheim's Chamber.Stralenheim and Fritz.
Fritz.
All 's ready, my good Lord!
Stral.
I am not sleepy,
And yet I must to bed: I fain would say
To rest, but something heavy on my spirit,
Too dull for wakefulness, too quick for slumber,
Sits on me as a cloud along the sky,
Which will not let the sunbeams through, nor yet
Descend in rain and end, but spreads itself
'Twixt earth and heaven, like envy between man
And man, an everlasting mist:—I will
Unto my pillow.
Fritz.
May you rest there well!
Stral.
I feel, and fear, I shall.
Fritz.
And wherefore fear?
Stral.
I know not why, and therefore do fear more,
Because an undescribable—but 'tis
All folly. Were the locks as I desired
Changed, to-day, of this chamber? for last night's
Adventure makes it needful.
Fritz.
Certainly,
According to your order, and beneath
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Who saved your life. I think they call him “Ulric.”
Stral.
You think! you supercilious slave! what right
Have you to tax your memory, which should be
Quick, proud, and happy to retain the name
Of him who saved your master, as a litany
Whose daily repetition marks your duty.—
Get hence; “You think,” indeed! you, who stood still
Howling and dripping on the bank, whilst I
Lay dying, and the stranger dashed aside
The roaring torrent, and restored me to
Thank him—and despise you. “You think!” and scarce
Can recollect his name! I will not waste
More words on you. Call me betimes.
Fritz.
Good night!
I trust to-morrow will restore your Lordship
To renovated strength and temper.
[The scene closes.
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