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To escort me. Oh, thrice happy when he finds
PART II. The treasure which I convoy!
One brief moment, THE SEQUEL, ENTITLED « THE USURPER'S That, praying for strength I may have strength. This
OLD BATHORY, a Mountaineer. When the loud clamour rose, and all the palace Bethlen BATHORY, the Young Prince Andreas, supEmptied itself-(They sought my life, Ragozzi!)
posed Son of old Buthory. Like a swift shadow gliding, I made way
Lord Rudolph, a Courtier, but friend to the Queen's To the deserted chamber of
[Then to the infant. LASKA, Steward to Casimir, betrothed to Glycine. And thou didst kiss thy father's lifeless lips,
PESTALUTZ, an Assassin, in Emerick's employ.
LADY SAROLTA, Wife of Lord Casimir.
GLYCINE, Orphan Daughter of Chef Ragozzi. Seem'd pointing at my feet. Provident Heaven!
Between the flight of the Queen, and the civil war Lo, I was standing on the secret door,
which immediately followed, and in which Emerick reWhich, through a long descent where all sound perishes, mained the victor, a space of twenty years is supposed Let out beyond the palace. Well I knew it-
to have elapsed. But Andreas framed it not! He was no tyrant! CHEF RAGOZZI.
ACT I. Haste, madam! Let me take this precious burden! (He kneels as he takes the child.
A Mountainous Country. BATAORY's Dwelling at the Take him! And if we be pursued, I charge thee,
end of the Stage. Flee thou and leave me! Flee and save thy king!
Enter LADY SAROLTA and GLYCINE.
Well, then! our round of charity is finish'd.
Rest, Madam! You breathe quick.
What! tired, Glycine? Henceforth a dragon's baunt, fear and suspicion
No delicate court dame, but a mountaineer
The good strength nature gave me.
That last cottage (Fateful conjunction of malignant planets), Shall shoot their blastments on the land. The fathers
Is built as if an eagle or a raven Henceforti shall have no joy in their young men,
Had chosen it for her nest. And when they cry: Lo! a male child is born!
SAROLTA. The mother shall make answer with a groan.
So many are For bloody usurpation, like a vulture,
The sufferings which no human aid can reach, Shall clog its beak within Illyria's heart.
It needs must be a duty doubly sweet
To heal the few we can. Well! let us rest.
There? (Pointing to BATHORY's dwelling. Sarolta anTo thee, O Fire! O Pestilence! O Sword !
swering, points to where she then stands, Till Vengeance hath her fill.— And thou, snatch'd hence,
SAROLTA. (Again to the infant.) poor friendless fugitive! with
Here! For on this spot Lord Casimir mother's wailing,
Took his last leave. On yonder mountain-ridge Offspring of Royal Andreas, shalt return
I lost the misty image which so long With trump and timbrel clang, and popular shout
Linger'd, or seein'd at least to linger on it,
And what if even now, on that same ridge,
Yea, e'en in thy simplicity, Glycine,
More as a mother than a mistress to thee!
Thou art a soldier's orphan! that-the courage, Oh, we are querulous creatures! Little less
Which rising in thine eye, seems oft to give
Thou art sprung too of no ignoble blood,
[Angry voices and clamour within, re-enter GLYCINE. To keep his birth-day here, in his own birth-place.
Oh, madam! there's a party of your servants, But our best sports belike, and gay processions And my lord's steward, Laska, at their head, Would to my lord have seem'd but work-day sights Have come to search for old Bathory's son, Compared with those the royal court affords.
Bethlen, that brave young man! 't was he, my lady,
That took our parts, and beat off the intruders; I have small wish to see them. A spring morning, And in mere spite and malice, now they charge him With its wild gladsome minstrelsy of birds,
With bad words of Lord Casimir and the king. And its bright jewelry of flowers and dew-drops
Pray don't believe them, madam! This way! This way! (Each orbed drop an orb of glory in it),
Lady Sarolta 's here.
(Calling without Would put them all'in eclipse. This sweet retirement Lord Casimir's wish alone would have made sacred :
Be calm, Glycine. But in good truth, his loving jealousy
Enter LASKA und Servants with OLD BATHORY. Did but command, what I had else entreated. GLYCINE.
LASKA (to BATHORY). And yet had I been born Lady Sarolta,
We have no concern with you! What needs your preBeen wedded to the noblest of the realm,
sence ? So beautiful besides, and yet so stately-
What! Do you think I 'll suffer my brave boy
To be slander'd by a set of coward-ruffians,
And leave it to their malice,-yes, mere malice!-
[Laska and Servants bow to LADY SAROLTA. Made for such stars to shine in, and be gracious.
Laska! What may this mean? So doth the ignorant distance still delude us !
LASKA (pompously, as commencing a set speech). Thy fancied heaven, dear girl, like that above thee, Madam! and may it please your ladyship! In its mere self a cold, drear, colourless void,
This old man's son, by name Bethlen Bathory, Seen from below and in the large, becomes
Stands charged, on weighty evidence, that he, The bright blue ether, and the seat of gods !
On yester-eve, being his lordship's birth-day,
Raved like a traitor at our liege King Emerick.
And furthermore, said witnesses make oath,
Led on the assault upon his lordship's servants;
Yea, insolently tore, from this, your huntsman,
And trampled it in scorn. Yes, at my lord's request, but never wish'd,
SÁROLTA (to the Servants who offer to speak). My poor affectionate girl, to see thee wretched.
You have had your spokesman ! Thou know'st not yet the duties of a wife.
Where is the young man thus accused ?
I know not: To stand in awe of her husband, and obey him; But if no ill betide him on the mountains, And, I am sure, I never shall see Laska
He will not long be absent !
Thou art his father?
OLD BATHORY. For you still mock him. Bring a seat from the cottage. None ever with more reason prized a son ; [Exit Glycine into the cottage, SAROLTA continues Yet I hate falsehood more than I love him. her speech looking after her.
But more than one, now in my lady's presence, Something above thy rank there hangs about thee, Witness'd the affray, besides these men of malice; And in thy countenance, thy voice, and motion, And if I swerve from truth-
Yes, now 't is coming.
Brutal aggressors first, then baffled dastards,
That they have sought to piece out their revenge Be silent, I command you. [ Then to BATHORY. With a tale of words lured from the lips of anger Speak! we hear you! Stamps them most dangerous; and till I want
Fit means for wicked ends, we shall not need My tale is brief. During our festive dance,
Their services. Discharge them! You, Bathory! Your servants,
Are henceforth of my household! I shall place you Offer'd gross insults, in unmanly sort,
Near my own person.
When your son returns, To our village maidens. He could he do less ?)
Present him to us! Rose in defence of outraged modesty,
OLD BATHORY. And so persuasive did his cudgel prove
Ha! what, strangers here! (Your bectoring sparks so over brave to women What business have they in an old man's eye ? Are always cowards), that they soon took flight, Your goodness, lady-and it came so suddenAnd now in mere revenge, like baffled boasters, I can not-must not-let you be deceived. Have framed this tale, out of some hasty words I have yet another tale, but, [Then to SAROLTA aside. Which their own threats provoked.
Not for all ears!
Old man! you talk 1 oft have pass'd your cottage, and still praised Too bluntly! Did your son owe no respect
Its beauty, and that trim orchard-plot, whose blossoms To the livery of our house?
The gusts of April shower'd aslant its thatch.
Come, you shall show it me! And while you bid it
Farewell, be not ashamed that I should witness
Of an ebbing crief.
[BATHORY bowing, shows her into his cottage. Old insolent ruffian!
Vexation ! baffled! school'd! Pardon! pardon, madam!
Ho! Laska! wake! why? what can all this mean? I saw the whole affray. The good old man
She sent away that cockatrice in anger! Means no offence, sweet lady!- You, yourself,
Oh the false witch! It is too plain, she loves him. Laska! know well, that these men were the ruffians !
And now, the old man near my lady's person, Shame on you!
She 'll see this Bethlen hourly!
GLYCINE SAROLTA (speaks with affected anger).
[LASKA flings himself into the seat. What! Glycine? Go, retire !
peeps in timidly. (Exit GLYCINE, mournfully. Be it then that these men faulted. Yet yourself,
Laska! Laska! Or better still belike the maidens' parents,
Is my lady gone? Might have complain'd to us. Was ever access
Have you yet seen him?
Is he return'd?
[LASKA starts up from his seat.
Has the seat stung you, Laska?
No, serpent! no; 't is you that sting me; you!
Bethlen ! Bethlen!
Yes; gaze as
if Till thou hast learnt it! Fervent good old man !
your very eyes embraced him!
Ha! you forget the scene of yesterday! Forgive me that, to try thee, I put on
Mute ere he came, but then-Out on your screams, A face of sternness, alien to my meaning !
your pretended fears!
Your fears, at least,
Were real, Laska! or your trembling limbs In vain would we replace it, and as vainly
And white cheeks played the hypocrites most vilely! Restore the tear of wounded modesty
I Refers to the 1ear, which he feels starting in his eye. The folTo a maiden's eye familiarized to licence.
lowing line was borrowed unconsciously from Mr Wordsworth's But these men, Laska
You dare own all this?
Your lady will not warrant promise-breach.
Grieve for him with a vengeance. Ouds, my fingers
(Makes threatening signs, What?
Ha! Bethlen coming this way! My own conscience, [GLYCINE then cries out as if afraid of being beaten. For having fed my jealousy and envy
Oh, save me! save me! Pray don't kill me,
Laska! With a plot, made out of other men's revenges,
Enter Betalen in a Hunting Dress. Against a brave and innocent young man's life!
What, beat a woman'
LASKA (to Glycine).
O you cockatrice!
Unmanly dastard, hold! Yet this suspense
Do you chance to know Stop! Stop! one question only – Who-l-am, Sir?—(S'death! how black he looks !) I am quite calm
I have started many strange beasts in my time,
But none less like a man, than this before me
That lifts his hand against a timid female. Nay now, I have marr’d the verse : well! this one question
Bold youth! she's mine.
GLYCINE you not bound to me by your own promise?
No, not my master yet, And is it not as plain
But only is to be; and all because
Two years ago my lady ask'd me, and
I'll hate you, my lord's steward.
Hush, Glycine! Bethlen Bathory? When he was accused,
Yes, I do, Bethlen; for he just now brought Why press'd you forward ? Why did you defend him?
False witnesses to swear away your life: Question meet question : that's a woman's privilege.
Your life, and old Bathory's 100.
BETHLEN. Why, Laska, did you urge Lord Casimir
Bathory's! To make my lady force that promise from me?
Where is my father? Answer, or--Ha! gone!
[Laska during this time slinks off the Stage, using So then, you say, Lady Sarolta forced you?
threatening gestures to GLYCINE.
GLYCINE. Could I look up to her dear countenance,
Oh, heed not him! I saw you pressing onward, And say her nay? As far back as I wot of
And did but feign alarm. Dear gallant youth, All her commands were gracious, sweet requests.
It is your life they seek! How could it be then, but that her requests
BETHLEN. Must needs have sounded to me as commands ?
My life? And as for love, had I a score of loves,
GLYCINE. I'd keep them all for my dear, kind, good rnistress.
Lady Sarolta evenNot one for Bethlen?
She does not know me!
Oh that she did! she could not then have spoken To his good old father. But for loving him
With such stern countenance. But though she spurn me Nay, there, indeed you are mistaken, Laska!
I will kneel, Bethlen-
Not for me, Glycine !
What have I done? or whom have I offended !
GLYCINE. And my heart beats; and all because I dreamt That the war-wolf had gored him as be hunted Rash words, 't is said, and treasonous, of the king. In the haunted forest!
(Betulen mutters to himself indignantly.
GLYCINE (aside). For the best account of the War-wolf er Lycanibropns, see
So looks the statue, in our ball, o' the god, Drayton's Moon-calf, CHALMERS' English Poets, vol. iv, p. 13 0.
The shaft just tlown that killed the serpent!
Ah, often have I wished you were a king.
as I do; nor have The tears come in my eyes ; nor dream bad dreams That you were kill'd in the forest; and then Laska Would have no right to rail at me, nor say (Yes, the base man, he says) that I-I love you.
Hist! 't is my lady's step! She must not see you!
[BETALEN retires. Enter from the Cottage SAROLTA and BATHORY.
Go, scek your son! I need not add, be speedy-
(Exit BATHORY. GLYCINE.
Pardon, pardon, Madam!
Be calm, Glyeine!
GLYCINE No, I shall break my heart.
[Sobbing. SAROLTA (laking her hand).
Ha! is it so? O strange and hidden power of sympathy, That of like fates, though all unknown to each, Dost make blind instincts, orphan's heart to orphan's Drawing by dim disquiet!
Where is Laska? Has he not told thee?
Nothing. In his fearAnger, I mean-stole off-I am so flutter'dteft me abrupuy
His shame excuses him!
The saints bless you! Shame on my graceless heart! How dared I fear Lady Sarolta could be cruel ?
Come, Be yourself, girl!
0, 't is so full here! [At her heari. And now it can not harm him if I tell you, That the old man's son
Is not that old man's son!
O tell BETILEN (who had overheard the last few words, now
Yes, tell me, Shape from heaven ! Who is my father ?
SAROLTA (gazing with surprise).
Thine? Thy father? Rise!
GLYCINE. Alas! He hath alarm'd
SAROLTA. His countenance, not his act!
Rise, Bethlen! Rise!
By that blest Heaven I gazed ai, I know not who thou art. And if I knew, Dared I--But rise!
Blest spirits of my parents,
That look again!
Lady, 't was my wont