The door sound loud behind him! He is safe!
Safe!—Oh, my father's spirit!—I am faint—20
[He leans down upon a stone seat, near the wall of the tower, in a drooping posture.
Enter Ulric with others armed, and with weapons drawn.
Ulr. Despatch!—he's there!
Lud.The Count, my Lord!
Ulr. (recognizing Siegendorf).You here, sir!
Sieg. Yes: if you want another victim, strike!
Ulr. (seeing him stript of his jewels).
Where is the ruffian who hath plundered you?