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?