Carl (looking round).‍A goodly mansion!

And has been nobly tenanted, I doubt not.

This worn magnificence some day has shone

On light hearts and long revels—those torn banners

Have waved o'er courtly guests—and yon huge lamp60

High blazed through many a midnight—I could wish

My lot had led me here in those gay times!

Your days, my host, must pass but heavily.

Are you the vassal of these antient chiefs,

Whose heir wastes elsewhere their fast melting hoards,