Chapter 30

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! 10

_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 The inspection of myself and the young Saxon Who saved your life. I think they call him "Ulric."

_Stral._ You _think!_ you supercilious slave! what right 20 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 30 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_.