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That he had fallen into cruel hands-
My son is safe! Now welcome evil fortune,
Since it will crush me singly!

Enter HILDEBRAND with an old sword drawn.
Hild.

Oh my master,
A dozen horsemen now are at the gate;
They bear the cognizance of Kronberg's house.
Lord of M. Admit them; I am ready!

Hild.
No, my master,
They shall not take you thus! The gates are barred,
And they shall beat them down to gain admittance;
And they shall pass my body to win yours!

[He fastens the door and windows, and
barricades them with furniture.
Lord of M. These are but poor defences!
Hild.
I will prove them:
Whate'er is yours shall do good service for you!
Lord of M. But spare thyself, good Hildebrand!
Hild.
My lord,

Have I been in your service seventy years;
Eaten of your bread, and drunken of your cup;
Been cherished on your hearth; been called your
friend,

But to desert you in the neediest time?

[A loud battering is heard at the gates. Lord of M. Nay then, I'll do my best.

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I had a young man's vigour in my arm ;
Would I were such as when by Sarni's stream
I stood upon the eve of Childermas,
And saved a drowning man!

Lord of M.

The lord of Kronberg!
Ah, Hildebrand! he has forgot that service.
Hild. My lord, he soon forgot it! Scarce a month

After that night, I crossed him in the chase,
And, 'cause I could not answer to his question
Of" which way went the boar?" his savage hound
Was set to tear my flesh! In vain I cried,

I am poor Hildebrand, who saved your life!"
He passed me with a curse! Oh for the strength
I wasted on the eve of Childermas!

Lord of M. The poor man hath his evil in this life, His reckoning in the next!

Hild.

1st Voice. Give's here the straw and matches, by my troth

We'll serve them as the hornet, burn them out!
Hild. The dogs! they'll burn us out!
Lord of M.
Hist, Hildebrand!
Hild. Let's issue forth, my lord, and do our best!
Lord of M. Let us go forth; ours is a righteous
cause!

But first, my aged servant, take a blessing
From thine old master.

Hild. [kneeling.] My gracious lord, May every power in heaven defend you through it! [The flames burst into the chamber. Hilde

brand and the Lord of Maine rush out with drawn swords; the men close upon them, and bear off the Lord of Maine, leaving Hildebrand wounded among the burning ruins.

SCENE II.

Night- —a rocky glen, at the entrance of a lonesome mining village-a crowd of men, women and children collected together - Philip of Maine among them, unnoticed-Mother Schwartz stands forwardmeteors and northern lights are seen crossing the sky. Man. These signs are plain enough! Mother S. I saw, myself, Two armies from the north and south o' the sky Come up like hissing dragons; and the heavens The while were red as blood! Man. And bloody banners, And fiery swords and spears, like flickering lightning, Are thicker set than stars!

Old Man.

Wherefore these signs? I'll tell ye to arouse ye to repentance!

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Banners, and swords, and shields, to teach that ye
Are soldiers of a holy militant church;

Rivers of blood, to show the blood of Christ;
Groanings and awful sighings, to recall

The death on the cross; and moans and hissings
wild-

Mother S. Peace, driveller, hold your peace! 2nd Man. No, no; these signs, These awful, fiery signs, have other meanings — [The gates give way with a loud crash. Tokens of wrath, to show the end o' the world

Curse that old wood!

Now, my dear master, back, this is my place!

[He stations himself at the door; loud voices and heavy footsteps are heard without, which then pass off in the distance.

Is now at hand!

Philip of M. I see these diverse sights
Of comets and wild meteors in the air;
And streaming fires, which from the northern pole
Cast o'er the sky this wild horrific glare;

Hild. They've lost the scent! Oh, my most ex- But what of these, my friends?

cellent master,

If man's good deeds have any worth with heaven, Then should these sacred walls be kept from ruinWould that our Lutheran faith, like theirs of Rome, Gave us kind saints to take our house's quarrel!

Lord of M. Peace, peace, good friend, I hear approaching voices.

These things are tokens, Sent to the great and powerful of the earth To shake their souls! High heaven is wroth with them!

Mother S. Thou art a wise man! I do read these things

As thou. But hark! here comes the Innocent

1st Voice. [outside.] Here hides the ancient fox; The poor dumb innocent that now doth speak —

come, now unearth him!

2nd Voice. This is the only habitable corner!

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He is sent forth in these bad, awful times
For some great meaning!

Mother S.

Nothing has been done,
Fearful or good, which he has not foretold-
There is a god or else a devil in him!

2nd Man. Hist, hist! he comes, and soon he will
begin!

"T is thus he rocks his body to and fro,
When the fit's on him.

[The crowd gives way, and the Innocent
enters, tossing his arms wildly, and
speaking.

Look, they're coming from the clouds!
Thousands, thousands; crowds on crowds!
Banners streaming; bright swords flashing-
Onward, onward dashing, crashing!

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Lo, they meet! The weak are strong!
Right is mightier now than wrong—
Drive the bloody ploughshare deep;
Strike the sickle in and reap!
Weapons not of earth they wield -
"Tis a crimson harvest-field!
Warrior, to the fight away!
This is the appointed day!
Cowards, do ye quake with fear?
Up, the man of might is here!
Where is he? the man of might?
Give him-give him to my sight!
I have seen him in my sleep-
Heard him in the silence deep-
Now I know by signs of fear
That the man of might is here!
Hence ye hide him from my view-

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geance!

Jan. S. And poor old Hildebrand has been dug
out!

He fought for his master, and was sorely wounded;
The burning walls fell on him- he was dead-
Mangled, and black with blood and masking smoke.
Philip. There shall be a reckoning for that old
man's life!

Enter CONRAD, and other miners.

See you that bloody beacon in the east?

Conrad. I do! It is a beacon that will rouse
Thousands of sleeping hearts, which, but for that
Would have slept on! The forest is aroused;
The cry is "Vengeance, and the Lord of Maine!"
Mother S. And there has blood been shed-I
know there has!

I can smell blood, even as the raven can!

Conrad. In the black glen we have left seven bo

dies

Bloodhounds were they, upon our leader's scent;
Making sure count of Kronberg's thousand pieces!
Philip. Thanks for this trusty service, gallant

friends!

Many voices. We owe you more!

Mother S. [aside.] I love the smell of blood!
Philip. Now, friends, unto your homes! An hour
will come

[He parts the crowd, and looks round him. When I shall need your bravest energies —
Where art thou, O warrior true?
Of that you shall have warning; and till then,
Farewell!
Ha! I see thee! thou art he!

Get thee hence to victory.

Many voices. Nay, we will with you, even now;

Others.

[He falls back insensible, at Philip's feet. Will be your guard!
Many voices. What wonder's this?
Mother S.

Thou art the man he aimed at.
Others. Say, who art thou?
Philip.

Philip of Maine, I am.

All. Philip of Maine! our leader, Philip of Maine!
Mother S. Whom Heaven has sanctioned by this

miracle!

All. It has, it has!

Mother S.

Hurrah for Philip of Maine! All. Hurrah for Philip of Maine!

And we will to the burning.
[They all disperse.

SCENE III.

Some evenings afterwards—three men sitting round a fire in a cave, opening upon broken ground.

1st Man. It is a general out-break. No faint impulse,

Threatening one moment, and next moment quelled; Enter JAN SCHWARTZ and many FORGEMEN, in great Where'er ye go, people are under arms.

haste.

Jan. S. How! stand ye here, and do not see the burning?

Many voices. Where, where?

2d Man. As I, this morn, stood on the wooded
heights,

O'erlooking the wild rocky pass of Forges,
Three thousand peasants, armed in rustic fashion,

Jan. S. In the east-behold ye not the light Shouldering their scythes, their reaping hooks, and

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The while Destruction gathers up itself,

To crush him with its concentrated force.

1st Man. What's this about? Man of the crowd.

Philip has set us free!

But Heaven confounds whom it forebodes to ruin! The damned collector stripped us, dead and living:

Philip and Gaston 'neath its castle gates,
Within the very hearing of the soldiers
That man the walls, call on them to arise,
To erush the heedless tyrant, and be free!

2d Man. Gaston I do not like. These strange adventurers

Start up in troublous times, as crawling things
Spring forth from falling ruins into day.
Philip is ours we know him root and branch;
And when his house had power, the times were better;
An it please heaven to give them head again,
I'll help him heart and hand.

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2d Man.

His voice is like a trumpet!

Never heard I so rich, so full a voice

I've seen men moved when but its tones were heard. 1st Man. Thus was it then!-They that were cold at first,

Or fixedly determined 'gainst his purpose,
Kindled to hear his glowing exhortation.
Thousands on thousands gathered round about,
Wedged close, like a thick swarm of summer bees;
Till tens of thousands seemed to occupy
A space as many hundreds might have filled;
And then, even like unto a living body
Swayed by the great pulsations of one heart,
They moved together in their strong excitements
Of joy or rage, as move the heavy waves

Of a deep, rolling sea!

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The body on the bier- the new-made bride-
The bread from out our little children's hands-
We were the wretchedest people 'neath the sun!
Another Man. Philip stepped up, and seizing the
collector,

Dealt him a wound in 's body that cut short
His pillaging!

Another Man. And ripping up his bags,
Poured out the gold, and chucked it here and there
Among our children. "Take it all," said he;
And gold flew wide, like yellow leaves in autumn.
We'll have no more collectors! God save Philip!
Who is for him? We'll have no lord but Philip!

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SCENE IV.

A street in the city.

[They all follow.

Enter a MAN, crying papers.

Man. Here is a full and true account of the wonderful and awful prophecy delivered by one who rose from the dead; in which is plainly foretold the strange and solemn events which are coming upon the earth; to which is added, the downfal of pride, and a clear explanation of the terrible and portentous signs and tokens in the sky, written by the learned Dr. Astreus: together with an account of sundry wonders and mysterious visitations which were witnessed in many places of this state. All which are explained with reference to things which are about coming to pass. "He that runneth may read."

Many Voices. Give us one! Here's money, give us one!

[The man distributes his papers, and then goes forward.

Another MAN rushes in.

Off with ye, every one of you! off, off, A troop is coming down!

They all disappear.

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Let me close mine eyes, I see
Nought but coming misery!
Hotly rolls the crimson flood!
See ye not these streets run blood?
Death is stalking up and down
Through this wailing, midnight town.
Hark! what yells are in the air-
See ye not the red fire's glare?
Midnight flames are bursting there
What comes next? despair! despair!
Woe! woe! woe! -The day is done;
Mighty, art thou fallen so soon?

[He sinks down insensible. 1st Man. Most sorrowful! most strange! Mother S. "Tis but a madman!

2d Man. Dark sayings are these all!

Innocent. [starting up.] They are here! I feel

their hands!

Off! I brook not gyves nor bands!

Down the silent, echoing street,

Hark! I hear their coming feet!

Lord of M. What messenger of mercy may'st thou be,

That daily visitest this dreary cell,

And ministerest kind comfort to my need?

Ida. [placing the viands before him.] Eat, drink,
my lord, for you will need refreshment!
Lord of M. I would believe thou wert some
blessed saint,

Did I not see thy weak and trembling frame,
And hear thy voice so full of human sorrow!

Ida. Eat, drink, old man, waste not the time in
words!

Meantime I will compose my mind to speak
That which requireth more than human strength.
My lord, you have a son!
Lord of M. Heaven grant I have! yet not in
bonds like me -

My years are well nigh full-his years are few,
Say not he is in bonds!
Ida.

Your son is free

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Ida.

The very same, I mean!
And now he lieth on the plain of Sarni
With a confederate host, each hour increasing,
Till tens of thousands are its smallest number.
Two-thirds the army, and all mutinous spirits;
Miners and artizans, herdmen and serfs,
Nay, the whole land, if rúmour speaketh truly,
Banded together for our house's ruin!

Lord of M. Ha! is it so? Scarce forty days have
passed

Since he was friendless and of no account!
But, gracious lady, on; thy words are wondrous.

Ida. Like the fierce torrent of a mountain river,
Swoln by the night-thaw of a winter's snow,
So has this mutinous faction suddenly
Sprung into being, so it threatens death!-
Few are the burghers who have not thrown off

[He gives a spring upward, and is seized Their old allegiance—all declare for Philip!
by soldiers.

Mother S. Unhand him, cut-throats!

[All the people struggle to rescue him;

is wounded and borne off.

he

Hans Clef. This is his blood! By heaven it is

his blood!

[He dips a handkerchief in it, which he
fastens to his staff, and waves over

his head.

Mother S. Rally around the standard! To the castle!

Follow, and let us rescue him!

[They all hurry off.

ACT III.- SCENE I.

A dungeon in the Castle of Kronberg-the Lord of
Maine sitting on straw.

Enter IDA KRONBERG, with fine bread, a flask of wine
and a lamp.

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Lord of M. Art thou Lord Kronberg's daughter? Ida. Thou must henceMust to thy son, and counsel him to temper Vengeance with mercy. When he knows thee safe, Perchance he may withdraw. And more than this, Flee for thy life! A gibbet is erected, Thou'll see it in the moonlight, on the walls; There 't was my father's orders to convey thee, A terror to the foe, when day should break;· And woman as I am, weak, timid woman, I dare oppose my judgment unto his! He shall not stain his name - a noble name, By basely taking life from such as thouAn old and unoffending nobleman! Hence to thy son! and, friend, remember this, Thou hast had mercy, and be thou for us An angel of sweet mercy!

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Ida. My father, no!- these men are innocent-
"T was I who gave him freedom!
Lord of K.
Peace, my daughter!
Thou 'rt raving! Bertha, take her to her chamber.
Ida. I am not raving-I am calm as thou!-
Father, I gave that old man liberty —

I would not let thy noble name be stained
With innocent blood!

Lord of K.
If thou didst dare unlock
That dungeon door, my curse light on thee, traitor!
Ida. Nay, curse me not, dear father, curse me

not!

Lord of K. Hence with her to the dungeon! she's

a traitor!

Sene. My good lord, no! She is your child, my lord!

Bertha [clasping her arms around her.] Off, off! you shall not lay your hands upon her.

[She supports her into an inner room. Lord of K. Traitors of mine own blood! Fetch

out the prisoners,

And hang them all and that wild prating idiot!
But I'll trust none of ye! I'll see it done!

[He goes out with the Seneschal.

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