_Iden._ _I_ cringe!--but I shall lose the opportunity-- Plague take it! he'll be _here_, and I _not there!_ [_Exit_ IDENSTEIN _hastily_. _Re-enter_ WERNER. _Wer._ (_to himself_). I heard a noise of wheels and voices. How All sounds now jar me! [_Perceiving_ GABOR. Still here! Is he not A spy of my pursuer's? His frank offer So suddenly, and to a stranger, wore The aspect of a secret enemy; For friends are slow at such. _Gab._ Sir, you seem rapt; And yet the time is not akin to thought. 450 These old walls will be noisy soon. The baron, Or count (or whatsoe'er this half drowned noble May be), for whom this desolate village and Its lone inhabitants show more respect Than did the elements, is come. _Iden._ (_without_). This way-- This way, your Excellency:--have a care, The staircase is a little gloomy, and Somewhat decayed; but if we had expected So high a guest--Pray take my arm, my Lord! _Enter_ STRALENHEIM, IDENSTEIN, _and Attendants--partly his own, and partly Retainers of the Domain of which_ IDENSTEIN _is Intendant_. _Stral._ I'll rest here a moment. _Iden._ (_to the servants_). Ho! a chair! 460 Instantly, knaves. [STRALENHEIM _sits down_. _Wer._ (_aside_). Tis he! _Stral._ I'm better now. Who are these strangers? _Iden._ Please you, my good Lord, One says he is no stranger. _Wer._ (_aloud and hastily_). _Who_ says that? [_They look at him with surprise_. _Iden._ Why, no one spoke _of you_, or _to you_!--but Here's one his Excellency may be pleased To recognise. [_Pointing to_ GABOR. _Gab._ I seek not to disturb His noble memory. _Stral._ I apprehend This is one of the strangers to whose aid[cp] I owe my rescue. Is not that the other? [_Pointing to_ WERNER. My state when I was succoured must excuse 470 My uncertainty to whom I owe so much. _Iden._ He!--no, my Lord! he rather wants for rescue Than can afford it. 'Tis a poor sick man, Travel-tired, and lately risen from a bed From whence he never dreamed to rise. _Stral._ Methought That there were two.