Which give my breast vitality to suffer,

As it hath suffered through long years till now.

My father's wrath extends beyond the grave,

And haunts me in the shape of Stralenheim!

He revels in my fathers palace—I—20

Exiled—disherited—a nameless outcast!

[Werner pauses.

My boy, too, where and what is he?—my father

Might well have limited his curse to me.

If that my heritage had passed to Ulric,