The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Volume 09: Friedrich Hebbel and Otto Ludwig
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The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Volume 09: Friedrich Hebbel and Otto Ludwig
German literature -- 19th century -- Translations into English; German literature -- 20th century -- Translations into English
Father says: When a person is in distress every decent man must come to
his assistance, and when it's all over he may ask: Whom did I assist?
[Illustration: MOSES ON MT. SINAI SCHNORR VON CAROLSFELD].
HOST.
Perhaps I had better inform? But--
ANDREW (_rises with sudden decision_).
I am going. I will see whether I can find Godfrey. I am sure nothing
will happen to William. It is only a few steps from here to the house.
What am I looking for? My muffler. There in my temples something is
hammering and buzzing. What did I do with it? I tied it around the gun.
[_When he cannot find it_.]
But where is my gun?
HOST.
You miss your gun?
ANDREW.
I put it right here. The one with the yellow strap.
HOST.
Only a moment ago I saw it standing there.
ANDREW.
Did you take it up, perhaps?
HOST.
I? I have not touched it. Good heavens! If Lindenschmied--you were
resting, and I was just counting. What is to be done?
ANDREW.
Nothing. I go without my gun. I have no time to get another one from
home.
HOST.
But unarmed--
ANDREW.
Never mind! If that pain in my chest only does not become worse.
[_At the door_.]
I only hope I shall not be too late.
[_From without_.]
Good-night, host.
[_Exeunt both_.]
SCENE V
_In the Dell. Picturesque forest glen; in the background the brook right
across the stage; on the other side rocks, along which a steep, narrow
path runs parallel with the brook. Twilight._
_Enter_ ROBERT _with a gun on his shoulder_; KATHARINE.
KATHARINE.
How gruesome it is here! We have gone a long way from the mansion. Where
are we now, Mr. Robert?
ROBERT.
In the Dell, Katharine.
KATHARINE.
In the Dell? Where one is never safe? Where there are always poachers
from across the Duchy's frontier?
[_Looks about timidly_.]
ROBERT.
Don't be afraid, little one. We have a reliable companion with us--
[_Putting his hand on his gun_.]
Do you see over there?
KATHARINE.
Something glimmering like a white wall with dark shutters--
ROBERT.
That is the forester's house.
KATHARINE.
Really? Yes, thank heaven! Now I see the stag's horns on
the roof-tree outlined against the evening sky.
ROBERT.
Here is the letter. But you must not carry it so openly in your hand.
Have you thought of some pretext, in case the old man should meet you?
KATHARINE (_bashful, and smiling with self-satisfaction_).
Oh, Mr. Robert, do you suppose a girl is so stupid? Don't worry about
that. My little sisters take knitting and sewing lessons from the young
lady--so--
ROBERT (_folds the letter, which he was reading_).
Here it is, Katharine. But give that letter only into Mary's or her
mother's hands; to no one else, neither to Andrew nor William. Only into
her own or her mother's hands.
KATHARINE.
But must I go all alone so far?
ROBERT.
It is scarcely two gunshots. Nobody must see me in the vicinity of the
forester's house. When you go home, you follow the road. Only in case
you should not succeed in delivering the letter come back.
KATHARINE.
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