The Works of Lord Byron. Vol. 5: PoetryByron, George Gordon Byron, Baron
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The Works of Lord Byron. Vol. 5: Poetry
Byron, George Gordon Byron, Baron
English drama; English poetry
_Stral._ Well, sir, since you will not--
You are nobly born?
_Ulr._ I have heard my kinsmen say so.
_Stral._ Your actions show it. Might I ask your name?
_Ulr._ Ulric.
_Stral._ Your house's?
_Ulr._ When I'm worthy of it, 190
I'll answer you.
_Stral._ (_aside_). Most probably an Austrian,
Whom these unsettled times forbid to boast
His lineage on these wild and dangerous frontiers,
Where the name of his country is abhorred.
[_Aloud to_ FRITZ _and_ IDENSTEIN.
So, sirs! how have ye sped in your researches?
_Iden._ Indifferent well, your Excellency.
_Stral._ Then
I am to deem the plunderer is caught?
_Iden._ Humph!--not exactly.
_Stral._ Or, at least, suspected?
_Iden._ Oh! for that matter, very much suspected.
_Stral._ Who may he be?
_Iden._ Why, don't _you_ know, my Lord? 200
_Stral._ How should I? I was fast asleep.
_Iden._ And so
Was I--and that's the cause I know no more
Than does your Excellency.
_Stral._ Dolt!
_Iden._ Why, if
Your Lordship, being robbed, don't recognise
The rogue; how should I, not being robbed, identify
The thief among so many? In the crowd,
May it please your Excellency, your thief looks
Exactly like the rest, or rather better:
'Tis only at the bar and in the dungeon,
That wise men know your felon by his features; 210
But I'll engage, that if seen there but once,
Whether he be found criminal or no,
His face shall be so.
_Stral._ (_to_ FRITZ). Prithee, Fritz, inform me
What hath been done to trace the fellow?
_Fritz_. Faith!
My Lord, not much as yet, except conjecture.
_Stral._ Besides the loss (which, I must own, affects me
Just now materially), I needs would find
The villain out of public motives; for
So dexterous a spoiler, who could creep
Through my attendants, and so many peopled 220
And lighted chambers, on my rest, and snatch
The gold before my scarce-closed eyes, would soon
Leave bare your borough, Sir Intendant!
_Iden._ True;
If there were aught to carry off, my Lord.
_Ulr._ What is all this?
_Stral._ You joined us but this morning,
And have not heard that I was robbed last night.
_Ulr._ Some rumour of it reached me as I passed
The outer chambers of the palace, but
I know no further.
_Stral._ It is a strange business:
The Intendant can inform you of the facts. 230
_Iden._ Most willingly. You see----
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