A silent and unsocial travelling mate.
Werner (stands in agitation gazing towards the door).
If it be he—I cannot move to meet him.
Yes—it must be so—there is no such voice
That so could sound and shake me: he is here,
And I am—
Enter Stralenheim.
Werner (turns and sees him). A curse upon thee, stranger!
Where dids't thou learn a tone so like my boy's?110
Thou mock bird of my hopes—a curse upon thee!