Josepha. Was it for this our Ulric left us so?

Thou dids't deceive me then—he went not forth

To join the legions of Count Tilly's war?

Werner. I know not—he had left my father's castle,130

Some months before his death—but why?—but why?

Left it as I did ere his birth, perchance,

Like me an outcast. Old age had not made

My father meeker—and my son, Alas!

Too much his Sire resembled——

Josepha.‍Yet there's comfort.