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BETHLEN (muttering aside).



Be yourself, girl!

Ah, often have I wish'd you were a king.
You would protect the helpless everywhere,

0, 't is so full here. (At her heart As you did us. And I, too, should not then

And now it cannot harm him if I tell you,

That the old man's son-
Grieve for you, Bethlen, 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

Is not that old man s son! Would have no right to rail at me, nor say

A destiny, not unlike thine own, is his. (Yes, the base man, he says) that I-I love you. For all I know of thee is, that thou art

A soldier's orphan : left when rage intestine

Shook and inguifd the pillars of Illyria. Pretty Glycine! wert thou not betrothed

This other fragment, thrown back by that same earth. But in good truth I know not what I speak.

quake, This luckless morning I have been so haunted

This, so mysteriously inscribed by Nature, With my own fancies, starting up like omens,

Perchance may piece out and interpret thine. That I feel like one, who waking from a dream

Command thyself! Be secret! Ilis true fatherBoth asks and answers wildly —But Bathory?

Hear'st thou ?

GLYCINE (eagerly).
Hist! 'tis my lady's step! She must not see you!

O tell[BETHLEN retires. BETHLEN (who had overheard the last few words, now

rushes out). Enter from the Coltage SAROLTA and BATHORY.

Yes, tell me, Shape from Heaven' Go, seek your son! I need not add, be speedy—

Who is my father? You here, Glycine?

[Exit Bathory.

SAROLTA (gazing with surprise).

Thine! Thy father? Rise!

Pardon, pardon, Madam!
If you but saw the old man's son, you would not,

Alas! He hath alarm'd you, my dear lady!
You could not have him harin'd.


His countenance, not his act!
Be calm, Glycine !

Rise, Bethlen! Rise ! No, I shall break my heart.


No; kneel thou too! and with thy orphan's tongue
SAROLTA (laking her hand).
Ha! is it so?

Plead for me! I am rooted to the earth, () strange and hidden power of sympathy,

And have no power to rise ! Give me a father! That of like fates, though all nnknown to each,

There is a prayer in those uplifted eyes
Dost make blind instincts, orphan's heart to orphan's And bring it back, and make it plead for me

That seeks high Heaven! But I will overtake it, Drawing by dim disquiet!

In thine own heart! Speak! speak! Restore to me

A name in the world!
Old Bathory-


By that blest Heaven I gazed at Seeks his brave son. Come, wipe away thy tears. I know not who thou art. And if I knew, Yes, in good truth, Glycine, this same Bethlen Dared 1-But rise! Seems a most noble and deserving youth.


Blest spirits of my parents,
My lady does not mock me?

Ye hover o'er me now! Ye shine upon me!
And like a flower that coils forth froin a ruin,

I feel and seek the lighi, I cannot see !

Where is Laska? Has he not told thee ?

Thou see'st yon dim spot on the mountain's ridge, Nothing. In his fear

But what it is thou know'st not Even such Anger, I mean—stole ofl-I am so flutter'd

Is all I know of thee-haply, brave youth,
Left me abruptly-

Is all Fate makes it safe for thee to know!

His shame excuses him! Safe? safe? O let me then inherit danger,
He is somewhat hardly tusköd; and in discharging And it shall be my birth-right!
His own tools, cons a lesson for himself.

SAROLTA (aside).
Bathory and the youth henceforward live

That look again
Safe in my Lord's protection.

The wood which first incloses, and then skirts

The highest track that leads across the mountains

The saints bless you ! Thou know'st it, Bethlen ? Shame on my graceless heart! How dared I fear

BETHLEN. Lady Sarolta could be cruel'

Lady, 't was my wont












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To roam there in my childhood oft alone,

And I would seek her! for she is not dead!
And mutter to myself the name of father. She can not die ! O pardon, gracious lady,
For still Bathory (why, till now I guess 'd not) You were about to say, that he return'd-
Would never hear it from my lips, but sighing

Gazed upward. Yet of late an idle terror- Deep Love, the godlike in us, still believes

Its objects as immortal as itself!
Madam, that wood is haunted by the war-wolves,

Vampires, and monstrous

And found her still-
SAROLTA (with a smile).
Moon-calves, credulous girl

Alas! he did return:
Haply some o'ergrown savage of the forest He left no spot unsearch'd in all the forest,
Hath his lair there, and fear hath framed the rest. But she (I trust me by some friendly hand)

[Then speaking again to Bethlen. Had been borne off. After that last great battle (O young man!

BETHLEN. Thou wakest anew my life’s ‘sole anguish), that

O whither? Which fir'd Lord Emerick on his throne, Bathory

GLYCINE. Led by a cry, far inward from the track,

Dearest Bethlen! In the hollow of an old oak, as in a nest, I would that you could weep like me! O do not Did find thee, Bethlen, then a helpless babe : Gaze so upon the air ! The robe, that wrapt thee, was a widow's mantle.

SAROLTA (continuing the story).

While he was absent,
An infant's weakness doth relax my frame. A friendly troop, 't is certain, scour'd the wood,
O say—I fear to ask-

Hotly pursued indeed by Emerick.
And I to tell thee.


Oh Hell ! Strike! O strike quickly! See, I do not shrink.

GLYCINE (lo silence him). [Striking his breast.

Bethlen! I am stone, cold stone.

Hist! I'll curse him in a whisper,
Hid in a brake hard by, This gracious lady must hear blessings only.
Scarce by both palms supported from the earth, She hath not yet the glory round her head,
A wounded lady lay, whose life fast waning Nor those strong eagle wings, which made swift
Seem'd to survive itself in her fixt eyes,

That strain’d towards the babe. At length one arm To that appointed place, which I must seek :
Painfully from her own weight disengaging, Or else she were my mother!
She pointed first to Heaven, then from her bosom

Drew forth a golden casket. Thus entreated

Noble youth! Thy foster-father took thee in his arms,

From me fear nothing! Long time have I owed And, kneeling, spake : If aught of this world's com- Offerings of expiation for misdeeds fort

Long pass'd that weigh me down, though innocent. Can reach thy heart, receive a poor man's troth, Thy foster-father hid the secret from thee, That at my life's risk I will save thy child ! For he perceived thy thoughts as they expanded, Her countenance work'd, as one that seem'd pre- Proud, restless, and ill-sorting with thy state! paring

Vain was his care! Thou 'st made thyself suspected A loud voice, but it died upon her lips

E’en where Suspicion reigns, and asks no proof In a faint whisper, “ Fly! Save him! Hide-hide But its own fears! Great Nature hath endow'd thee all !”

With her best gifts! From me thou shalt receive

All honorable aidance! But haste hence! And did he leave her? What! Had I a mother? Travel will ripen thee, and enterprise And left her bleeding, dying ? Bought I vile life Beseems thy years! Be thou henceforth my soldier ! With the desertion of a dying mother?'

And whatsoe'er betide thee, still believe
Oh agony !

That in each noble deed, achieved or suffer'd,

Thou solvest best the riddle of thy birth!
Alas! thou art bewilderd,

And may the light that streams from thine own And dost forget thou wert a helpless infant !


Guide thee to that thou seekest!"
What else can I remember, but a mother
Mangled and left to perish?

Must he leave us ?

Hush, Glycine! And for such goodness can I return nothing, It is the ground-swell of a teeming instinct : But some hot tears that sting mine eyes? Some sighs Let it but lift itself to air and sunshine,

That if not breathed would swell my heart to stiAnd it will find a mirror in the waters,

fling? now makes boil above it. Check him not! May Heaven and thine own virtues, high-born lady BETHLEN.

Be as a shield of fire, far, far aloof O that I were diffused among the waters

To scare all evil from thee! Yet, if fate That pierce into the secret depths of earth, Hath destined thee one doubtful hour of danger, And find their way in darkness! Would that I From the uttermost region of the earth, méthinks, Could spread myself unon the homeless winds ! Swift as a spirit invoked. I should he with thee:










And then, perchance, I might have power to unbosom [SAROLTA and GLYCINE exeunt. Trumpels etc. louder
These thanks that struggle here. Eyes fair as thine Enter EMERICA, LORD RUDOLPH, LASKA, and
Have gazed on me with tears of love and anguish, Huntsmen and Allendants.
Which these eyes saw not, or beheld unconscious ;

And tones of anxious fondness, passionate prayers, A gallant chase, Sire.
Have been talk'd to me! But this tongue ne'er

Ay, but this new quarry A mother's ear, lisping a mother's name !

That we last started seems worth all the rest. O, at how dear a price have I been loved,

[Then to LASKA And no love could return! One boon then, lady!

And you—excuse me—what's your name?
Where'er thou bidd'st, I go thy faithful soldier,
But first must trace the spot, where she lay bleeding

Whatever Who gave me life. No more shall beast of ravine • Affront with baser spoil that sacred forest!

Your Majesty may please,
Or if avengers more than human haunt there,
Take they what shape they list, savage or heavenly,

Nay, that's too late, man They shall make answer to me, though my heari's Say, what thy mother and thy godfather blood

Were pleased to call thee? Should be the spell to bind them. Blood calls for

LASKA. blood!

Laska, my liege Sovereign [Exit BETHLEN. SAROLTA.

Well, my liege subject Laska! And you are
Ah! it was this I fear'd. To ward off this

Lord Casimir's steward ?
Did I withhold from him that old Bathory
Returning, hid beneath the self-sare oak,

And your majesty's creature
Where the babe lay, the mantle, and some jewel
Bound on his infant arm.

Two gentle dames made off at our approach.

Which was your lady?
Oh, let me fly

And stop him! Mangled limbs do there lie scatter'd
Till the lured eagle bears them to her nest.

My liege lord, the taller And voices have been heard ! And there the plant The other, please your grace, is her poor handmaid grows

Long since betrothed to me. But the maid's froThat being eaten gives the inhuman wizard

wardPower to put on the fell hyena's shape.

Yet would your grace but speak

EMERICK. What idle tongue hath witch'd thee, Glycine ?

Hum, master steward I hoped that thou hadst learnt a nobler faith. I am honord with this sudden confidence.

Lead on.

[To Laska, then to RUDOLPH GLYCINE. O chide me not, dear lady! question Laska,

Lord Rudolph, you'll announce our coming Or the old man.

Greet fair Sarolta from me, and entreat her

To be our gentle hostess. Mark, you add
Forgive me, I spake harshly.

How much we grieve, that business of the state It is indeed a mighty sorcery

Hath forced us to delay her lord's return. That doth enthral thy young heart, my poor girl :

LORD RUDOLPH (aside). And what hath Laska told thee?

Lewd, ingrate tyrant! Yes, I will announce thee.

Three days past Now onward all.

(Exeunt aliendants A courier from the king did cross that wood; A wilful man, that arm'd himself on purpose :

1 EMERICK (solus). And never hath been heard of from that time!

A fair one, by my faith! [Sound of horns without. If her face rival but her gait and stature, SAROLTA.

My good friend Casimir had his reasons too. Hark! dost thou hear it?

" Her tender health, her vow of strict retirement,

Made early in the conventHis word pledged—" GLYCINE. "T is the sound of horns!

All fictions, all ! fictions of jealousy. Our huntsmen are not out!

Well! if the mountain move not to the prophet,

The prophet must to the mountain! In this Laska Lord Casimir

There's somewhat of the knave mix'd up with doli Would not come thus !

[Horns again.

Through the transparence of the fool, methought

I saw (as I could lay my finger on it)
Still louder

The crocodile's eye, that peer'd up from the bottom
This knave may do us service. Hot ambition

Won me the husband. Now let vanity

Haste we hence! And the resentment for a forced seclusion For I believe in part thy tale of terror!

Decoy the wife! Let him be deem'd the aggressor Bui, trust me, 't is the inner man transforrad:

Whose tunning and distrnst began the game! Beasts in the shape of men are worse than war

(Eric wolves.







And think thou see'st thy sainted lord commission'd АСТ II.

And on his way to aid us! Whence those late dreams,

Which after such long interval of hopeless

And silent resignation, all at once
A savage wood. Al one side a cavern, overhung with Night after night commanded thy return

ity. ZAPOLYA and Raab KIUPRILI discovered : Hither? and still presented in clear vision
1 both, but especially the latter, in rude and savage This wood as in a scene ? this very cavern?

Thou darest not doubt that Heaven's especial hand

Work'd in those signs. The hour of thy deliverance Heard you then aught while I was slumbering? Is on the stroke :—for Misery cannot add ZAPOLYA.

Grief to thy griefs, or Patience to thy sufferance! Nothing,

Only your face became convulsed. We miserable! Cannot! Oh, what if thou wert taken from me ?
Is Heaveu's last mercy fled ? Is sleep grown treach- Nay, thou saidst well: for that and death were cne.
erous ?

Life's grief is at its height indeed; the hard

Necossity of this inhuman state
O for a sleep, for sleep itself to rest in!

Has made our deeds inhuman as our vestments. I dreamt I had met with food beneath a tree, Housed in this wild wood, with wild usages, And I was seeking you, when all at once

Danger our guest, and famine at our portalMy feet became entangled in a net:

Wolf-like to prowl in the shepherd's fold by night! Sull more entangled as in rage I tore it.

At once for food and safety to affrighten
At length I freed myself, had sight of you, The traveller from his road-
But as I hasten'd eagerly, again

[GLYCINE is heard singing without I found my frame encumber'd: a huge serpent

RAAB KIUPRILI. Twined round my chest, but tightest round my throat.

Hark! heard you not ZAPOLYA.

A distant chant!
Alas! 'twas lack of food . for hunger chokes!

And now I saw you by a shrivellid child
Strangely pursued. You did not fly, yet neither

A sunny shaft did I behold,
Touch'd you the ground methought, but close above it From sky to earth it slanted ;
Did seem to shoot yourself along the air,

And poised therein a bird so boldAnd as you pass'd me, turn'd your face and shriek'd.

Sweet bird, thou wert enchanted!

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I did in truth send forth a feeble shriek,

He sunk, he rose, he twinkled, he trollid Scarce knowing why. Perhaps the mock'd sense craved

Within that shaft of sunny mist;
To hear the scream, which you but seern'd to utter. His eyes of fire, his beak of gold,
For your whole face look'd like a mask of torture !

All else of amethyst!
Yet a child's image doth indeed pursue me
Shrivell’d with toil and penury!

And thus he sang : “ Adieu! adieu!

Love's dreams prove seldom true.
Nay! what ails you?

The blossoms, they make no delay:

The sparkling dew-drops will not stay.

Sweet month of May,
A wondrous faintness there comes stealing o'er me.

We must away ; Is it Death's lengthening shadow, who comes onward,

Far, far away!
Life's setting sun behind him?

Today! to-day!"

Cheerly! The dusk
Will quickly shroud us. Ere the moon be up,

Sure 't is some blest spirit!
Trust me I'll bring thee food!

For since thou slewest the usurper's emissary

That plunged upon us, a more than mortal fear

Hunger's tooth has Is as a wall, that wards off the beleaguerer (inawn itself blunt. O, I could queen it well And starves the poor besieged. (Song again O'er my own sorrows as my rightful subjects.

But wherefore, O revered Kiuprili! wherefore
Did my importunate prayers, my hopes and fancies, It is a maiden's voice! quick to the cave !
Force thee from thy secure though sad retreat ?
Would that my tongue had then cloven to my mouth! Hark! her voice falters!

(Erit ZAPOLYA, But Heaven is just! With tears I conquer'd thee, And not a tear is left me to repent with!

She must not enter lladst thou not done already—hadst thou not

The cavern, else I will remain unseen! Suffer'd-oh, more than e'er man feign'd of friendship?

[KIUPRILI retires to one side of the stage: GLYCINE

enters singing. RAAB KIUPRILI. Yet be thou comforted! What! hadst thou faith

GLYCINE ( fearfully). When I turn'd back incredulous ? 'Twas thy light A savage place! saints shield me! Bethlen! Bethlen! That kindled mine. And shall it now go out, Not here ?—There's no one here! I'll sing again. And leave thy soul in darkness ? Yet look up,

[Sings again.





If I do not hear my own voice, I shall fancy By prayers, and with the shedding of his blood, Voices in all chance sounds!

[Starts. To make disclosure of his parentage.

"T was some dry branch But most of allDropt of itself! Oh, he went forth so rashly, Took no food with him-only his arms and boar-spear!

ZAPOLYA (rushing out from the cavern).

Heaven's blessing on thee! Speak What if I leave these cakes, this cruse of wine, Here by this cave, and seek him with the rest ?

Whether his Mother live, or perish'd here!
ve the and flee!

Angel of Mercy, I was perishing
GLYCINE (shrieks, then recovering).

And thou didst bring me food : and now thou bring'st
Where are you?

The sweet, sweet food of hope and consolation RAAB KIUPRILI (still unseen).

To a mother's famish'd heart! His name, sweet Leave them!











"Tis Glycine! E'en till this morning we were wont to name him Speak to me, Bethlen! speak in your own voice! Bethlen Bathory! All silent If this were the war-wolf's den!

ZAPOLYA. "Twas not his voice!

Even till this morning ? [GLYCINE leaves the provisions, and exit fearfully. This morning? when my weak faith fail'd me wholly

KIUPRILI comes forward, seizes them and carries Pardon, O thou that portion'st out our sufferance, them into the cavern. GLYCINE returns, having and fill'st again the widow's empty cruse ! recovered herself.

Say on!

Shame! Nothing hurt me!

The false ones charged the valiant youth
If some fierce beast have gored him, he must needs With treasonous words of Emerick-
Speak with a strange voice. Wounds cause thirst
and hoarseness !

Ha! my son! Speak, Bethlen! or but moan. St-St-No-Bethlen! If I turn back, and he should be found dead here, And of Lord Casimir[She creeps nearer and nearer to the cavern.

I should go mad Again! 'Twas my own heart!

O agony! my son!
Hush, coward heart! better beat loud with fear,
Than break with shame and anguish!

But my dear lady[As she approaches to enter the cavern, KIUPRILI

stops her. GLYCINE shrieks.

Saints protect me!
Swear then by all thy hopes, by all thy fears.-

Lady Sarolta

Frown'd and discharged these bad men.
Save me !

RAAB KIUPRILI (turning off and to himself).

Righteous Heaven

Sent me a daughter once, and I repined
Swear secrecy and silence !

That it was not a son. A son was given me.

My daughter died, and I scarce shed a tear :
I swear!

And lo! that son became my curse and infamy.

ZAPOLYA (embraces GLYCINE). Tell what thou art, and what thou seekest ?

Sweet innocent! and you came here to seek him.

And bring him food. Alas! thou fear'st ?

A harmless orphan youth, to bring him food-


My own dear lady, when I was a child Wherefore in this wood ?

Embraced me oft, but her heart never beat so.

For I too am an orphan, motherless!
Alas! it was his purpose


O yet beware, lest hope's brief flash but deepen With what intention came he? Wouldst thou save him, The after gloom, and make the darkness stormy! Hide nothing!

In that last conflict, following our escape,

The usurper’s'cruelty had clogg'd our fligh:
Save him! O forgive his rashness ! With many a babe, and many a childing mother.
He is good, and did not know that thou wert human! This maid herself is one of numberless

Planks from the same vast wreck.
RAAB KIUPRILI (repeals the word).

[Then to GLYCINE again [Then sternly.

Well! Casimir's wife.
With what design?


She is always gracious, and so praised the old man
To kill thee, or

That his heart o'erflow'd, and made discovery If that thou wert a spirit, to compel thee

That in this wood






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