Rod. Count Siegendorf, command you aught? I am bound

Upon a journey past the frontier.

Sieg. (starts).‍Ah!—

Where? on what frontier?

Rod.‍The Silesian, on

My way—(Aside to Ulric.)—Where shall I say?

Ulr. (aside to Rodolph).‍To Hamburgh.

(Aside to himself).‍That

Word will, I think, put a firm padlock on

His further inquisition.