You stand high with the state; what passes here
Will not excite her too great curiosity:
Keep your own secret, keep a steady eye,
Stir not, and speak not;—leave the rest to me:
We must have no third babblers thrust between us.
[Exit Ulric.
Sieg. (solus). Am I awake? are these my father's halls?
And you—my son? My son! mine! I who have ever480
Abhorred both mystery and blood, and yet
Am plunged into the deepest hell of both!