Qu. What is he? Offi. Lord Rodna. And flatly swore to care for no command, Qu. The City is a wilderness of wolves! Offi. Am I in the midst alone? Sir, where are those 1st Offi. Aloof, in their own quarters. (Enter another Officer.) Ha! what now? 2nd Offi. They have scaled Lord Bankban's house : the roof's uncover'd. They drag the Palatine hither: yon behold them? Qu. Ay, without eyes, I do. Offi. Shut to the gates. Qu. These are my subjects! Blessed state of kings To govern such! That their whole life were in One neck! which I... (To the Officer) Hie to their quarters Sir, I am back directly. Offi. [Exit Officer. Meanwhile I'm patient; Nay, will speak words of sooth. In trice of time Lord Waradin must be here, and with a look [Exit QUEEN. (Great tumult without. Shouts of "Make RODNA Palatine! Down with despotism! RODNA and Liberty!") (Exeunt Officers.) Ro. Ro. (Enter several who run across the stage full of terror. Renewed shouts - "Down with COUNT BANKBAN! Ring out the alarum bell." A rush of the populace. Conflict with guards. Guards driven off. Enter LORD RODNA with LORD BANKBAN prisoner. What ho! Hassan, Sir Governor! (Enter HASSAN with two or three.) Be it your charge to see (HASSAN bows: the guards lay hands on Now the death song sing Of pageant despotism. GRAND CHORUS OF PEOPLE. Hail! Oh Hungaria's Spirit hail ! To all thy former fame aspire; Clash thy base fetters till thy rulers quail. Hark the trump of Freedom sounds! Every heart with hope rebounds! And flashing banners are unfurled on high: Whilst our ruthless Lords aghast, Shake with terror of the blast, The vault of heaven beats back the cry; Echoing, with the shock of thunder, Death to the Tyrant! Freedom to the slave! Reclaim the rights that Nature gave! The pomp of selfish power! The haughtiness of birth! And thou great Rodna! lab'ring to the skies, deed; Thy country's plausive voice shall prove thy glorious meed Once again with power array'd, To catch the accents of thy voice, To which their hearts have ofttimes trembled, When it called on Liberty, Hail thee, Champion of their choice! Hungaria's advocate! whose patriot zeal Pleads energetic, and ensures her weal, By thine omnipotence of tongue, Behold the fell despoiler flung From that arbitrary throne, Whose glittering pomp her false ambition fed, And made indignant nations groan. To righteous Rodna now she bows her rayless head! Move your feet to our sound, Whilst we greet all this ground With his honour and his name, Who defends our lives from shame. Sons of Genius! Souls of fire! Like argument inspire. Worth alone shall reign victorious; (A voice without.) Make way there for her Highness! Mob. Break off! The Queen approaches. Qu. Ro. (The crowd and soldiery leave a passage for the Queen, through which she advances up the stage.) Masters!.. (Aside.) Dogs! Masters!.. To the Mob, with a forced calmness.) My good subjects, what's the cause You make my house your inn? Have I been gracious, Have I been ever mild, and must my state Be forced to stoop so low, that you can violate Now rate her roundly. 1st Mob. We will have none other than Rodna. 2nd. He shall be Marshal ! 3rd. Make him Palatine! 4th. Let Bankban bleed! 5th. And him, too, that led the army hither from Waradin, The murderer of Ragotski! Qu. Leave not me out, but to your list of slaughter That tells your triumph ;-all shall be let blood, We'll have no tyrants! 1st Mob. You rule illegally. Mob. Qu. (Vehemently). Take each of ye a gem, and reign together! Mob. You keep no faith. Qu. (Vehemently) My sceptre answers that! Yonder it sleeps; It has grown out of use,.. that's plain.. Let it go. 1st Mob. What means this? Qu. (In excess of passion.) Tear my dominions into shreds. . . divide me! And the Tartars overwhelm ye! [Exit. Ro. For all this spice of temper, fellow Citizens, Be not put off your rights. Passion is female, She is female all: capricious, apt to flame With every little check; and then she shoots Vagaries out of the mind, as children sparks From fire-sticks. Qu. Ro. Qu. (Re-enter QUEEN.) Will ye rather, Sirs, anoint Most puissant Prince be thou at full ourself: Your friends will cry All hail! and royalty Are you content that I assume . (Interrupting)-Assume? You do assume, be I content or not. Ro. The generalship of the armies? Qu. Ro. Any thing: I have a little power, . . not much-I'll sign I am bound to beg one boon? Qu. (Solemnly) In turn, Name it your Highness. Thou dost inflict such injuries upon me, |