Enter another Confederate. What tidings from Temeswar? 2d Con. With one voice Th' assembled chieftains have deposed the tyrant; He is proclaimed the public enemy, And the protection of the law withdrawn. 1st Con. Just doom for him, who governs without law! Is it known on whom the sov'reignty will fall? 2d Con. Nothing is yet decided: but report Points to Lord Casimir. The grateful memory Of his renowned father Enter Sarolta. Hail to Sarolta! Sar. Confederate friends! I bring to you a joy To bless our country. More and greater tidings Would mar the wondrous tale. Wait we for him, For he alone is worthy to announce it. [Shouts of "Kiuprili, Kiuprili," and "The Tyrant's fallen," without. Enter Kiuprili, Casimir, Rudolph, Bathory, and Attendants. R. Kiu. Spare yet your joy, my friends! A higher waits you : Behold, your Queen! Enter Zapolya and Andreas royally attired with Glycine. Comes she from heaven to bless us? Con. To the heavenly powers pay we our duty first; And for our country, the one precious branch Of Andreas' royal house. O countrymen, Behold your King! And thank our country's genius, That the same means which have preserved our sovereign By virtue than by birth. The undoubted proofs Pledged by his royal mother, and this old man, All. Hail, Andreas! Hail, Illyria's rightful king! And. Supported thus, O friends! 'twere cowardice Unworthy of a royal birth, to shrink From the appointed charge. Yet, while we wait In this brief while, O let me feel myself The child, the friend, the debtor !-Heroic mother! Of the sublimest friendship, let my youth Now, and from henceforth thou shalt not forbid me The powerful intercession of thy virtue, Thou sword that leap'dst forth from a bed of roses,— Zap. Hear that from me, son! For ere she lived, her father saved thy life, Thine, and thy fugitive mother's! Chef Ragozzi! Cas. Zap. Heaven overruled thy purpose, And sent an angel to thy house to guard her! Thou precious bark! freighted with all our treasures! The sports of tempests, and yet ne'er the victim, How many may claim salvage in thee! Take her, son! A queen that brings with her a richer dowry Sar. |