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BETHLEN (muttering aside).
Be yourself, girl!
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-
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 ?
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?
SAROLTA (gazing with surprise).
Thine! Thy father? Rise!
Pardon, pardon, Madam!
Alas! He hath alarm'd you, my dear lady!
His countenance, not his act!
Rise, Bethlen! Rise ! No, I shall break my heart.
No; kneel thou too! and with thy orphan's tongue
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
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!
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,
Ye hover o'er me now! Ye shine upon me!
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,
Is all Fate makes it safe for thee to know!
His shame excuses him! Safe? safe? O let me then inherit danger,
That look again
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
To roam there in my childhood oft alone,
And I would seek her! for she is not dead!
Its objects as immortal as itself!
And found her still-
Alas! he did return:
[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,
Hotly pursued indeed by Emerick.
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,
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
That in each noble deed, achieved or suffer'd,
Thou solvest best the riddle of thy birth!
And may the light that streams from thine own And dost forget thou wert a helpless infant !
Guide thee to that thou seekest!"
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
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?
Whatever Who gave me life. No more shall beast of ravine • Affront with baser spoil that sacred forest!
Your Majesty may please,
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, my liege Sovereign [Exit BETHLEN. SAROLTA.
Well, my liege subject Laska! And you are
Lord Casimir's steward ?
And your majesty's creature
Two gentle dames made off at our approach.
Which was your lady?
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.
[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
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.
(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 convent—His 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 !
Through the transparence of the fool, methought
I saw (as I could lay my finger on it)
The crocodile's eye, that peer'd up from the bottom
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
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
ity. ZAPOLYA and Raab KIUPRILI discovered : Hither? and still presented in clear vision
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,
Life's grief is at its height indeed; the hard
Necossity of this inhuman state
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
[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!
SONG, BY GLYCINE.
A sunny shaft did I behold,
And poised therein a bird so boldAnd as you pass'd me, turn'd your face and shriek'd.
Sweet bird, thou wert enchanted!
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;
All else of amethyst!
And thus he sang : “ Adieu! adieu!
Love's dreams prove seldom true.
The blossoms, they make no delay:
The sparkling dew-drops will not stay.
Sweet month of May,
We must away ; Is it Death's lengthening shadow, who comes onward,
Far, far away!
Cheerly! The dusk
Sure 't is some blest spirit!
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.
(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,
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!
Angel of Mercy, I was perishing
And thou didst bring me food : and now thou bring'st
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.
The false ones charged the valiant youth
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.
RAAB KIUPRILI (aside).
O agony! my son!
But my dear lady[As she approaches to enter the cavern, KIUPRILI
ZAPOLYA and RAAB KIUPRILI.
Frown'd and discharged these bad men.
RAAB KIUPRILI (turning off and to himself).
Sent me a daughter once, and I repined
That it was not a son. A son was given me.
My daughter died, and I scarce shed a tear :
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 ?
Not much RAAB KIUPRILI.
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!
RAAB KIUPRILI (to Z APOLYA).
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:
Planks from the same vast wreck.
[Then to GLYCINE again [Then sternly.
Well! Casimir's wife.
She is always gracious, and so praised the old man
That his heart o'erflow'd, and made discovery If that thou wert a spirit, to compel thee
That in this wood