Ulr. (who looks first at him and then at Josephine).
My mother!
Wer.Ah! I thought so: you have now150
Only one parent. I have lost alike
Father and son, and stand alone.
Ulr.But stay!
[Werner rushes out of the chamber.
Jos. (to Ulric). Follow him not, until this storm of passion
Abates. Think'st thou, that were it well for him,
I had not followed?