Look down on us and our so long desired
Ulric! I love my son, as thou didst me!
What's that? Thou, Werner! can it be? and thus?
Enter Werner hastily, with the knife in his hand, by the secret panel, which he closes hurriedly after him.
Wer. (not at first recognising her).
Discovered! then I'll stab—(recognising her). Ah! Josephine
Why art thou not at rest?
Jos.What rest? My God!
What doth this mean?
Wer. (showing a rouleau).