I sometimes dream otherwise. Ulr. All dreams are false. Ida.
Enter WERNER as COUNT SIEGENDORF.
Ulr. My father, I salute you, and it grieves me With such brief greeting.-You have heard our bugle;
So let them.-You forget
To-morrow is the appointed festival
In Prague for peace restored. You are apt to follow
And yet I see him as The chase with such an ardor as will scarce
In sleep-I see him lie Pale, bleeding, and a man with a raised knife Beside him.
Ida. Indeed I do not:-ask of Rodolph. Rod.
Though somewhat frankly said for a fair damsel,- But, Ulric, recollect too our position,
So lately reinstated in our honors:
Believe me, 'twould be mark'd in any house, But most in ours, that ONE should be found want-
At such a time and place. Besides, the Heaven Which gave us back our own, in the same moment It spread its peace o'er all, hath double claims On us for thanksgiving: first, for our country; And next, that we are here to share its blessings. Ulr. (aside.) Devout, too! well, sir, I obey at (Then aloud to a Servant.) Ludwig, dismiss the train without! [Exit LUDWIG. Ida. And so You yield at once to him what I for hours Might supplicate in vain.
Sieg. (smiling.) You are not jealous Of me, I trust, my pretty rebel! who Would sanction disobedience against all
Except thyself? But fear not: thou shalt rule him Hereafter with a fonder sway and firmer.
Ida. But I should like to govern now. Sieg. Your harp, which by the way awaits you with The countess in her chamber. She complains That you are a sad truant to your music :
My lord, within this quarter of an hour You have changed more than e'er I saw you change She attends you. In years.
Ulr. 'Tis nothing; but if 'twere, the air Would soon restore me. I'm the true chameleon, And live but on the atmosphere: your feasts In castle halls, and social banquets, nurse not My spirit-I'm a forester and a breather Of the sweet mountain-tops, where I love all The eagle loves.
Rod. Count Siegendorf, command you aught? I am | Your sabre in his heart! But mine survives
Hereafter (or even here in moments which Might date for years, did Anguish make the dial) May not obliterate or expiate
The madness and dishonor of an instant. Ulric, be warn'd by a father!-I was not By mine, and you behold me! Ulr.
The prosperous and beloved Siegendorf, Lord of a prince's appanage, and honor'd By those he rules and those he ranks with. Sieg.
Why wilt thou call me prosperous, while I fear For thee? eloved, when thou lovest me not! All hearts but one may beat in kindness for me- But if my son's is cold!-
In a like absence? But 'tis vain to urge you- Nature was never call'd back by remonstrance. Let's change the theme. I wish you to consider That these young violent nobles of high name, But dark deeds, (ay, the darkest, if all Rumor Reports be true,) with whom thou consortest, Will lead thee
Ulr. (impatiently.) I'll be led by no man. Sieg.
Be leader of such, I would hope: at once To wean thee from the perils of thy youth And haughty spirit, I have thought it well That thou shouldst wed the lady Ida-more As thou appear'st to love her. Ulr.
I will obey your orders, were they to Unite with Hecate-can a son say more? Sieg. He says too much in saying this. It is not The nature of thine age, nor of thy blood, Nor of thy temperament, to talk so coolly, Or act so carelessly, in that which is
The bloom or blight of all men's happiness, (For Glory's pillow is but restless, if Love lay not down his cheek there:) some strong bias,
Some master fiend is in thy service to Misrule the mortal who believes him slave, And makes his every thought subservient; else Thou'dst say at once-"I love young Ida, and Will wed her;" or, "I love her not, and all The powers of earth shall never make me."-So Would I have answer'd.
Sir, you wed for love. Sieg. I did, and it has been my only refuge In many miseries.
Boyish sophist! In a word, do you love, or love not, Ida? Ulr. What matters it, if I am ready to Obey you in espousing her?
Sieg. As you feel, nothing, but all life for her. She's young-all beautiful-adores you-is Endow'd with qualities to give happiness, Such as rounds common life into a dream Of something which your poets cannot paint, And (if it were not wisdom to love virtue) For which Philosophy might barter wisdom; And giving so much happiness, deserves A little in return. I would not have her Break her heart for a man who has none to break. Or wither on her stalk like some pale rose Deserted by the bird she thought a nightingale,
Who dare say that? According to the Orient tale. She is
Sieg. None else but I, who see it-feel it-keener Than would your adversary, who dared say so,
Ulr. The daughter of dead Stralenheim, your foe: I'll wed her, ne'ertheless; though, to say truth.
Ulr. Count, 'tis a marriage of your making, So be it of your wooing; but to please you I will now pay my duty to my mother, With whom, you know the lady Ida is.— What would you have? You have forbid my stirring For manly sports beyond the castle walls, And I obey; you bid me turn a chamberer, To pick up gloves, and fans, and knitting-needles, And list to songs and tunes, and watch for smiles, And smile at pretty prattle, and look into The eyes of feminine, as though they were The stars receding early to our wish Upon the dawn of a world-winning battleWhat can a son or man do more?
Too much of duty and too little love! He pays me in the coin he owes me not: For such has been my wayward fate, I could not Fulfil a parent's duties by his side
Till now; but love he owes me, for my thoughts Ne'er left him, nor my eyes long'd without tears To see my child again, and now I have found him! But how!-obedient, but with coldness; duteous In my sight, but with carelessness; mysterious, Abstracted-distant-much given to long absence, And where-none know-in league with the most riotous
Of our young nobles; though, to do him justice, He never stoops down to their vulgar pleasures Yet there's some tie between them which I cannot Unravel. They look up to him-consult him- Throng round him as a leader: but with me He hath no confidence! Ah! can I hope it After-what! doth my father's curse descend Even to my child? Or is the Hungarian near To shed more blood? or-oh! if it should be! Spirit of Stralenheim, dost thou walk these walls To wither him and his-who, though they slew not, Unlatch'd the door of death for thee? 'Twas not Our fault, nor is our sin: thou wert our foe, And yet I spared thee when my own destruction Slept with thee, to awake with thine awakening! And only took-Accursed gold! thou liest Like poison in my hands; I dare not use thee, Nor part from thee; thou camest in such a guise, Methinks thou wouldst contaminate all hands Like mine. Yet I have done, to atone for thee,
Your excellency, whom you sent for, waits Upon you. [Exit Attendant
Enter the PRIOR ALBERT. Peace be with these walls, and all
Welcome, welcome, holy father! And may thy prayer be heard!—all men have need Of such, and I
Have the first claim to all
The prayers of our community, Our convent, Erected by your ancestors, is still
Protected by their children. Sieg.
Continue daily orisons for us
Sieg. Father, 'tis not my gold. Prior. Whose then? You said it was no legacy. Sieg. No matter whose of this be sure, that he Who own'd it never more will need it, save
In that which it may purchase from your altars : 'Tis yours, or theirs. Prior. Is there no blood upon it? Sieg. No: but there's worse than blood-eternal shame!
Prior. Did he who own'd it die in his bed?
Prior. Son! you relapse into revenge, you regret your enemy's bloodless death. Sieg. His death was fathomlessly deep in blood. Prior. You said he died in his bed, not battle. Sieg.
He Died, I scarce know-but-he was stabb'd i' the dark.
And now you have it-perish'd on his pillow
By a cut-throat!-Ay!-you may look upon me! I am not the man. I'll meet your eye on that point As I can one day God's.
Nor did he die, By means, or men, or instrument of yours? Sieg. No! by the God who sees and strikes! Prior.
405 For bloodshed stopt, let blood you shed not rise A cloud upon your thoughts. This were to be Too sensitive. Take comfort, and forget Such things, and leave remorse unto the guilty
A large and magnificent Gothic Hall in the Castle of Siegendorf, decorated with Trophies, Banners, and Arms of that family.
Enter ARNHEIM and MEISTER, Attendants of COUNT SIEGENDORF.
Arn. Be quick! the count will soon return: the ladies
Already are at the portal. Have you sent The messengers in search of him he seeks for?
Meis. I have, in all directions, over Prague, As far as the man's dress and figure could By your description track him. The devil take These revels and processions! All the pleasure (If such there be) must fall to the spectators. I'm sure none doth to us who make the show. Arn. Go to my lady countess comes. Meis.
Ride a day's hunting on an outworn jade, Than follow in the train of a great men In these dull pageantries.
I could only guess at one, And he to me a stranger, unconnected, As unemploy'd. Except by one day's knowledge I never saw the man who was suspected. Prior. Then you are free from guilt. Sieg. (eagerly.)
Oh! am I?-say! Prior. You have said so, and know best. Sieg. Father! I have spoken The truth, and nought but truth, if not the whole: Yet say I am not guilty! for the blood Of this man weighs on me, as if I shed it, Though, by the Power who abhorreth human blood I did not !-nay once spared it, when I might And could-ay, perhaps, should (if our self-safety Be e'er excusable in such defences Against the attack of over-potent foes :) But pray for him, for me, and all my house; For, as I said, though I be innocent,
I know not why, a like remorse is on me, As if he had fallen by me or mine. Pray for me, Father! I have pray'd myself in vain. Prior.
I will. Be comforted! You are innocent, and should Be calm as innocence.
But calmness is not Always the attribute of innocence.
Enter the COUNTESS JOSEPHINE SIEGENDORF and IDA STRALENHEIM.
Jos. Well, Heaven be praised, the show is over! Ida. How can you say so! never have I dreamt Of aught so beautiful. The flowers, the boughs, The banners, and the nobles, and the knights, The gems, the robes, the plumes, the happy faces, The coursers, and the incense, and the sun Streaming through the stain'd windows, even the tombs,
Which look'd so calm, and the celestial hymns, Which seem'd as if they rather came from heaven Than mounted there. The bursting organ's peal Rolling on high like harmonious thunder; The white robes and the lifted eyes; the world At peace! and all at peace with one another! Oh, my sweet mother! [Embracing JCSEPHINE. My beloved child! For such, I trust, thou shalt be shortly.
How all eyes follow'd him! The flowers fell faster-Heard him! he dared to utter even my name.
Rain'd from each lattice at his feet, methought, Than before all the rest: and where he trod I dare be sworn that they grow still, nor e'er Will wither.
You will spoil him, little flatterer, If he should hear you.
I dare not say so much to him-I fear him Jos. Why so? he loves you well. Ida.
But I can never Shape my thoughts of him into words to him. Besides, he sometimes frightens me.
Jos. How so? Ida. A cloud comes o'er his blue eyes suddenly, Yet he says nothing.
Jos. It is nothing: all men, Especially in these dark troublous times,
Have much to think of.
In the world's eye, as goodly. There's, for instance, The young Count Waldorf, who scarce once withdrew His eyes from yours to-day. Ida.
I did not see him, But Ulric. Did you not see at the moment When all knelt, and I wept: and yet methought, Through my fast tears, though they were thick and
My destinies were woven in that name: It will not be engraved upon my tomb, But it may lead me there.
Ulr. To the point-the Hungarian? Sieg. Listen!-The church was throng'd; the hymn was raised;
"Te Deum" peal'd from nations, rather than From choirs, in one great cry of "God be praised " For one day's peace, after thrice ten dread years Each bloodier than the former: I arose, With all the nobles, and as I look'd down Along the lines of lifted faces,-from Our banner'd and escutcheon'd gallery, I Saw, like a flash of lightning, (for I saw A moment and no more,) what struck me sightless To all else the Hungarian's face! I grew Sick; and when I recover'd from the mist Which curl'd about my senses, and again Look'd down, I saw him not. The thanksgiving Was over, and we march'd back in procession. Ulr. Continue.
Sieg. When we reach'd the Muldau's bridge The joyous crowd above, the numberless Barks mann'd with revellers in their best garbs Which shot along the glancing tide below, The decorated street, the long array,
See aught save heaven, to which my eyes were raised The clashing music, and the thundering Together with the people's.
Let us retire; they will be here anon Expectant of the banquet. We will lay Aside these nodding plumes and dragging trains. Ida. And, above all, these stiff and heavy jewels, Which make my head and heart ache, as both throb Beneath their glitter o'er my brow and zone. Dear mother, I am with you.
[Exeunt. Enter COUNT SIEGENDORF, in full dress, from the solemnity, and LUDWIG.
Sieg. Is he not found? Lud. Strict search is making every where; and if The man be in Prague, be sure he will be found. Sieg. Where's Ulric? Lud.
He rode round the other way With some young nobles; but he left them soon; And, if I err not, not a minute since
I heard his excellency, with his train,
Gallop o'er the west drawbridge.
Enter ULRIC, splendidly dressed.
Sieg. My eye for ever fell Upon your dancing crest; the loftiest, As on the loftiest and the loveliest head It rose the highest of the stream of plumes, Which overflow'd the glittering streets of Prague. Ulr. What's this to the Hungarian? Sieg. Much; for I Had almost then forgot him in my son ; When just as the artillery ceased, and paused The music, and the crowd embraced in lieu Of shouting, I heard in a deep, low voice, Distinct and keener far upon my ear
Than the late cannon's volume, this word-"Wer ner!"
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