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?