Wer. (bitterly). Is it?

Stral.‍Or, at least, beyond

Your garb.

Wer. 'Tis well that it is not beneath it,

As sometimes happens to the better clad.

But, in a word, what would you with me?

Stral. (startled).‍I?

Wer. Yes—you! You know me not, and question me,

And wonder that I answer not—not knowing

My inquisitor. Explain what you would have,