He calls his wife.

Ulr.‍Is she not so?

Stral.‍No more

Than he's your father:—an Italian girl,

The daughter of a banished man, who lives

On love and poverty with this same Werner.

Ulr. They are childless, then?

Stral.‍There is or was a bastard,

Whom the old man—the grandsire (as old age400

Is ever doting) took to warm his bosom,