Wer.‍A stripling,

For the first time—

Ulr. (kneeling). For twelve long years, my father!

Wer. Oh, God!

Jos.‍He faints!

Wer.‍No—I am better now—20

Ulric! (Embraces him.)

Ulr. My father, Siegendorf!

Wer. (starting).‍Hush! boy—

The walls may hear that name!