Open and goodly as before the fall,
I've lived too long to trust the frankest aspect.
(To Carl) Whence come you Sir?
Carl.From Frankfort, on my way
To my own country—I've a companion too—
He tarries now behind:—an hour ago,
On reaching that same river on your frontier,
We found it swoln by storms—a stranger's carriage,
Despite the current, drawn by sturdy mules,
Essayed to pass, and nearly reached the middle