You speared four with your own hand.

Ulr.‍True, good Eric;

I had forgotten—let it be the grey, then,

Old Ziska: he has not been out this fortnight.

Eric. He shall be straight caparisoned. How many

Of your immediate retainers shall

Escort you?

Ulr.‍I leave that to Weilburgh, our

Master of the horse.[Exit Eric.

Rodolph!