An awkward position indeed;--which any German Painter that there were, might make a Picture of, I have sometimes thought.

Picture of some real meaning, more or less,--if for symbolic.
Towers of Babel, medieval mythologies, and extensive smearings of that kind, he could find leisure!--Philip having knelt a reasonable time, and finding there was no help for it, rose in the dread silence (some say, with too sturdy an expression of countenance); and retired from the affair, having at least done his part of it.
The next practical thing was now supper, or as we of this age should call it, dinner.

Uncommonly select and high supper: host the Duke of Alba; where Joachim, Elector Moritz, and another high Official, the Bishop of Arras, were to welcome poor Philip after his troubles.

How the grand supper went, I do not hear: possibly a little constrained; the Kaiser's strange silence sitting on all men's thoughts; not to be spoken of in the present company.

At length the guests rose to go away.
Philip's lodging is with Moritz (who is his son-in-law, as learned readers know): "You Philip, your lodging is mine; my lodging is yours,--I should say! Cannot we ride together ?"--"Philip is not permitted to go," said Imperial Officiality; "Philip is to continue here, and we fear go to prison."-- "Prison ?" cried they all: "OHNE EINIGEN GEFANGNISS (without ANY imprisonment)!"-- "As we read the words, it is 'OHNE EWIGEN GEFANGNISS (without ETERNAL imprisonment),'" answer the others.