You shall have cheer anon. (walks disturbedly aside)
Carl (to himself). Here's a strange fellow!
Wild, churlish, angry—why, I know not, seek not.
Would that the wine were come! my doublet's wet,
But my throat dry as Summer's drought in desarts.
Ah—here it sparkles!
Enter Josepha with wine in flask—and a cup. As she pours it out a Voice is heard without calling at a distance. Werner starts—Josepha listens tremulously.
Werner.That voice—that voice—Hark!
No—no—tis silent—Sir—I say—that voice—