_Gab._ You look one still. All soldiers are Or should be comrades, even though enemies. Our swords when drawn must cross, our engines aim (While levelled) at each other's hearts; but when A truce, a peace, or what you will, remits 350 The steel into its scabbard, and lets sleep The spark which lights the matchlock, we are brethren. You are poor and sickly--I am not rich, but healthy; I want for nothing which I cannot want; You seem devoid of this--wilt share it? [GABOR _pulls out his purse_. _Wer._ Who Told you I was a beggar? _Gab._ You yourself, In saying you were a soldier during peace-time. _Wer._ (_looking at him with suspicion_). You know me not. _Gab._ I know no man, not even Myself: how should I then know one I ne'er Beheld till half an hour since? _Wer._ Sir, I thank you. 360 Your offer's noble were it to a friend, And not unkind as to an unknown stranger, Though scarcely prudent; but no less I thank you. I am a beggar in all save his trade; And when I beg of any one, it shall be Of him who was the first to offer what Few can obtain by asking. Pardon me. [_Exit_ WERNER. _Gab._ (_solus_). A goodly fellow by his looks, though worn As most good fellows are, by pain or pleasure, Which tear life out of us before our time; 370 I scarce know which most quickly: but he seems To have seen better days, as who has not Who has seen yesterday?--But here approaches Our sage intendant, with the wine: however, For the cup's sake I'll bear the cupbearer. _Enter_ IDENSTEIN. _Iden._ 'Tis here! the _supernaculum!_[168] twenty years Of age, if 'tis a day. _Gab._ Which epoch makes Young women and old wine; and 'tis great pity, Of two such excellent things, increase of years, Which still improves the one, should spoil the other. 380 Fill full--Here's to our hostess!--your fair wife! [_Takes the glass_. _Iden._ Fair!--Well, I trust your taste in wine is equal To that you show for beauty; but I pledge you Nevertheless. _Gab._ Is not the lovely woman I met in the adjacent hall, who, with An air, and port, and eye, which would have better Beseemed this palace in its brightest days (Though in a garb adapted to its present Abandonment), returned my salutation-- Is not the same your spouse? _Iden._ I would she were! 390 But you're mistaken:--that's the stranger's wife.