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Peo. We attend you, my Lord Rodna.
Down my heart !
(Enter Hassan.) Peo. That was a gallant youth, and well reputed. NA. Andreas' days were brief. He appears to memory
Like some frail exhalation which the dawn
Away into the common air.
At the last gasp, as though she were his bride,
The arms of victory. Peo.
He was borne down by numbers.
When every pilot had forgot his course
A martyr for your safety?
May you be Immortal! Hear him! NA. Tongue valiant! Sword-fish! Good my Lord,
speak forward. Ro. Speak, Lord Nadastis ; you. Peo.
Only Lord Rodna! None else!
You see! kind friends! So ! I obey. Peo. Hurrah for Rodna! Great emancipator!
Long live Lord Rodna! Down with despotism ! Ro. Sirs, at the instance of the Court, the troops
Have lately struck their tents, and concentrate
The brittle seal of kings, and spoil its impress. BAL. We are fairly in the toils, and not e'en flight .. Ro. Why how should stone walls fly? Flight!
(Enter a Messenger.) Mess. The Count Ragotski on his march from Waradin
Was set upon by a devilish horde of Tartars :
Sir, I saw him roll
By this lord's leave I will recount the issue. Ro. (Aside to HASSAN.)
I shan't forget to call you to account:
(Aloud)—We hang upon thy tidings. НА. .
At the instant
Betwixt us and the rout. Then he reformed-
All vailed to him
By ancient wearing grown familiar there.
In honour of his triumph style him Waradin.
He's hard by.
are pale With labouring for your good ; nay, most have
Yes, 'twas myself took the State's reeling pillars,
Is it not so ?
We know you for a patriot ;
liberties. Ro. If I've affected wealth, 'twas for your service;
If honours—but to wear them for your use.
are slaves. Peo.
We'll die, first!
Will break into the temple of a life,
to the uncheck'd will of law.
storm! Now kneel your way into the mercy of Her Grace, and trench your safeties with my
To our swords' edge.
To emblaze your Honours' tombs. The arms
A rusty city hatchment when you're earth. Ro. But, sirs, this victory? These armed myrmidons ? BAL. We swerve not, though these men do take their
To rip their country's bosom.
Shut the ports !
(Flourish without. The People gather
round RODNA.) Ro.
Brave hearts, behold
In such a land for ever! Peo.
What a patriot! We'll die for Rodna. Rodna and liberty! Voice. Now for rebellion ! Oh! I ne'er rebelled
Before in all my life. 'Tis rare! Hurrah !
[Exeunt RODNA and Hassan.
(Enter Guard.) BAL. Down with those tools of power! their diet's
poison ; Like toads they feed upon corruptions only. Strike, friends, for Rodna! Down with tyranny! (The Mob assail the Soldiery, who are
driven off.) Ist Cit. Lead on ! lead on! we'll fire the palace, and
Depose the tyrant, and make Rodna king. 2d C. Ay, ay, a king of our own making, friends. BAL. You are too hot. That is not Rodna's end. 2d C. Why, no ! 'tis the beginning of his reign;
And that is betterças I take it. On!
[Exeunt Balassi and Mob, shouting "RODNA
and Liberty! A Coronation and Emancipation! Hurrah !”
(Re-enter RODNA and HASSAN.) Ro. You have quitted Syria. Ha.
'Twas too shrewd an air, You're milder here! Ro.
You may find this too hot!