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.