This earth's hard outline till it mix with heaven. CORCILIUS. What wonders next? Karl envy poor Corcilius! Ye powers! Who envies not the poet? HEINRICH I am none. Anvil and forge are mute. Oh never, friend, Is my heart hot within me, but the blasts Paints truly her own semblance; but one plash CORCILIUS. I hear some stir within the palace-doors, HEINRICH. Timely interlude, To break fond musings! Let us lurk and watch. [They withdraw behind the bushes. Enter the DUKE and DUCHESS OF SCHLAFENSTEIN, and ARNFEld. DUKE. A million thalers, Duchess, did he say The man's a Midas! Did he say a million ? A threefold forfeit. Arnfeld, do you hear? ARNFELD. I do, my liege. (Aside) A murrain on his meanness ! Mice are the largest cattle that could browse The thrice-shorn fields. DUKE. And, Arnfeld, hark thee hither; Go bid the groom lock fast my stable-bins, And send me word what waste in them is made By good Prince Rudolph's train: needs must the charge Be heavy for so brave an equipage. But 'tis a royal prince. (ARNFELD begins to retire.) And, Arnfeld, see C That some post sentries at the buttery-bar : To pay for this day's feasting. HEINRICH. Look to it! [Exit ARNFELD. No pard, Corcilius, but a vulture this, Who fattens upon famine. DUCHESS. Fond old man! Canst thou not strike a balance in thy tongue By niggard glance and hint inhospitable, Our ducal state all patched and out at heels? Pshaw! I could blush for shame, when I remember “This melon is a monster; shall I cut it? Or will you try the filberts? Yon Tokay Would please your lordship. Ah, the cork is sealed, As who should say, "Your lord is generous To stoop so low; you see through our disguises. DUKE. Well, well, you should have warned me; for indeed But for my wise precautions. As it is, By gentle force, the moment ere he mounted, Amid the courtesies of our farewell Taken at disadvantage, I constrained him To bate me of five hundred. |