His barony or county to repel
The rushing river from his gurgling throat.
He has valets now enough: they stood aloof then,
Shaking their dripping ears upon the shore,
All roaring "Help!" but offering none; and as
For duty (as you call it)—I did mine then,440
Now do yours. Hence, and bow and cringe him here!
Iden. I cringe!—but I shall lose the opportunity—
Plague take it! he'll be here, and I not there!
[Exit Idenstein hastily.