FRIESS.
We've fought, friend, with the tempest on the lake;
An Alpine torrent's nothing after that.
STUSSI.
How! Were you out, then, in that dreadful storm?
FRIESS.
We were! I'll not forget it while I live.
STUSSI.
Stay, speak—
FRIESS.
I can't—must to the castle haste,
And tell them, that the governor's at hand.