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If they were near him, Enter WERNER as Count SIEGENDORR. He could not die neglected or alone.
Ida. Alas! what is a menial to a death-bed, Ulr. My father, I salute you, and it grieves me When the dim eye rolls vainly round for what With such brief greeting.-You have heard ou It loves ?--They say he died of a fever.
Say! The vassals wait. It was so
So let them.--You forget
To-morrow is the appointed festival
In Prague for peace restored. You are apt to follow Ida.
And yet I see him as The chase with such an ardor as will scarce I see you.
Permit you to return to-day, or if Ulr. Where?
Return'd, too much fatigued to join to-morrow Ida.
In sleep-I see him lie The nobles in our marshall'd ranks. Pale, bleeding, and a man with a raised knife
You, count, Beside him.
Will well supply the place of both I am not Ulr. But you do not see his face? A lover of these pageantries. Ida. (looking at him.) No! Oh, my God! do Sieg.
No, Ulric: you?
It were not well that you alone of all Ulr.
Why do you ask ? Our young nobilityIda. Because you look as if you saw a murderer! Ida.
And far the noblest Ulr. (agitatedly.) Ida, this is mere childishness; In aspect and demeanor.
Sieg. (to Ida.) True, dear child, Infects me, to my shame; but as all feelings Though somewhat frankly said for a fair damsel, Of yours are common to me, it affects me. But, Ulric, recollect too our position, Prithee, sweet child, change
So lately reinstated in our honors: Ida.
Child, indeed! I have Believe me, 'twould be mark'd in any house, Full fifteen summers !
(A bugle sounds. But most in ours, that one should be found wantRod. Hark, my lord, the bugle!
ing Ida. (peevishly to RODOLPn.) Why need you tell At such a time and place. Besides, the Heaven him that? Can he not hear it
Which gave us back our own, in the same moment Without your echo?
It spread its peace o'er all, hath double claims Rod.
Pardon me, fair baroness! On us for thanksgiving: first, for our country; Ida. I will not pardon you, unless you earn it And next, that we are here to share its blessings. By aiding me in my dissuasion of
Ulr. (aside.) Devout, too! well, sir, I obey at Count Ulric from the chase to-day.
( Then aloud to a Servant.) Rod.
You will not, Ludwig, dismiss the train without! (Ezit LUDWIG. Lady, need aid of mine.
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
Yes, or be Would sanction disobedience against all
Ida. But I should like to govern now.
Truly, The countess in her chamber. She complains My lord, within this quarter of an hour
That you are a sad truant to your music: You have changed more than e'er I saw you change She attends you.
Ida. Then good morrow, my kind kinsman: Ülr. 'Tis nothing; but if 'twere, the air Ulric, you'll come and hear me? Would soon restore me. I'm the true chameleon, Ulr.
By and by And live but on the atmosphere: your feasts
Ida. Be sure I'll sound it better than your bugles; In castle halls, and social banquets, nurse not Then pray you be as punctual to its notes: My spirit-I'm a forester and a breather
I'll play you King Gustavus' march. of the sweet mountain-tops, where I love all
And why not The eagle loves.
Ida. Not that monster's! I should think Ulr. Sweet Ida, wish me a fair chase, and I My harp-strings rang with groans, and not with Will bring you six boars' heads for trophies home.
music, Ida. And will you not stay, then? You shall not Could aught of his sound on it:--but come quickly i
Your mother will be eager to receive you. Come! I will sing to you.
(Ezt los Ulr.
Ida, you scarcely Sieg. Ulric, I wish to speak with you alone. Will make a soldier's wife.
Ulr. My time's your vassal.-
aside to RODOLPH.) Rodolph, hence! and do To be so; for I trust these wars are over,
As I directed; and by his best speed And you will live in peace on your domains. And readiest means let Rosenberg reply.
Rod. Count Siegendorf, command you aught? I am Your sabre in his heart! But mine survives bound
The wound. Upon a journey past the frontier.
Ulr. You err. My nature is not given Sieg. (starts.) 1
To outward fondling; how should it be so, Where ? on what frontier ?
After twelve years' divorcement from my parents ? Rod. The Silesian, on
Sieg. And did not I too pass those twelve torn My way-Yaside to ULRIC)-Where shall I say?
years Ulr. (aside to RODOLPH.) To Hamburgh. In a like absence? But 'tis vain to urge you
(Aside to himself.) That Nature was never call'd back by remonstrance. Word will I think put a firm padlock on
Let's change the theme. I wish you to consider His further inquisition.
That these young violent nobles of high name, Rod.
Count, to Hamburgh. But dark deeds, (ay, the darkest, if all Rumor Sieg. (agitated.) Hamburgh! No, I have nought Reports be true,) with whom thou consortest, to do there, nor
Will lead thee Am aught connected with that city. Then
Ulr. (impatiently.) I'll be led by no man. God speed you!
Nor Rod. Fare ye well, Count Siegendorf ! Be leader of such, I would hope: at once
[Exit RODOLPH. To wean thee from the perils of thy youth
As thou appear'st to love her.
I have said
I will obey your orders, were they to In Saxony.
Unite with Hecate-can a son say more? Sieg. I talk not of his birth,
Sieg. He says too much in saying this. It is not
Or act so carelessly, in that which is
Love lay not down his cheek there :) some strong
bias, The world speaks more than lightly of this Rodoph : Some master fiend is in thy service to They say he is leagued with the black bands " Misrule the mortal who believes him slave, who still
And makes his every thought subservient; else Ravage the frontier.
Thou’dst say at once "I love young Ida, and Ulr.
And will you believe Will wed her ;” or, “I love her not, and all The world?
The powers of earth shall never make me."-So Sieg. In this case-yes.
Would I have answer'd.
In any case
Sir, you wed for love. I thought you knew it better than to take
Sieg. I did, and it has been my only refuge An accusation for a sentence.
In many miseries. Sieg.
Which miseries I understand you: you refer to-but
Had never been but for this love-match. My destiny has so involved about me
Still Her spider web, that I can only flutter
Against your age and nature! Who at twenty Like the poor fly, but break it not. Take heed, E'er answer'd thus till now? Ulric; you have seen to what the passions led me: Ulr.
Did you not warn me Twenty long years of misery and famine
Against your own example? Quench'd them not-twenty thousand more, per- Sieg.
Boyish sophist! chance,
In a word, do you love, or love not, Ida ?
Ulr. What matters it, if I am ready to
As far The madness and dishonor of an instant.
As you feel, nothing, but all life for her. Ulric, be warn'd by a father !—I was not
She's young-all beautiful-adores you—is By mine, and you behold me!
Endow'd with qualities to give happiness, Ulr.
Such as rounds common life into a dream
Of something which your poets cannot paint,
Ah! And giving so much happiness, deserves
Deserted by the bird she thought a nightingale, Ulr.
1 Who dare say that? According to the Orient tale. She is Sieg. None else but I, who see it feel it-keener Ulr. The daughter of dead Stralenheim, your foe: Than would your adversary, who dared say so, I'll wed her, ne'ertheless, though, to say truth,
Just now I am not violently transported
Thou villainous gold! and thy dead master's doom In favor of such unions.
Though he died not by me or mine, as much Sieg.
But she loves you. As if he were my brother! I have ta'en Ulr. And I love her, and therefore would think His orphan Ida-cherish'd her as one twice.
Who will be mine.
Enter an Attendant.
The abbot, if it please His eyes, and look before he leaps : till now Your excellency, whom you sent for, waits He hath ta'en a jump i' the dark.
[Exit Attendant Sieg.
But you consent?
Enter the PRIOR ALBERT.
Prior. Peace be with these walls, and all
'Tis usual, Within them! And certes courteous, to leave that to the lady. Sieg. Welcome, welcome, holy father! Sieg. I will engage for her.
And may thy prayer be heard !-all men have need Ulr.
So will not I of such, and iFor any woman; and as what I fix,
Have the first claim to all I fain would see unshaken, when she gives The prayers of our community, Our convent, Her ansver, I'll give mine.
Erected by your ancestors, is still Sieg.
But 'tis your office Protected by their children. To woo.
Yes, good father;
Though the schismatic Swede, Gustavus, is
Yet died without its last and dearest offices,
Too much! In masses for his spirit.
[SIEGENDORF offers the gold which he had taken He pays me in the coin he owes me not:
from STRALENHEIM. For such has been my wayward fate, I could not Prior.
Count, if I
Receive it, 'tis because I know too well
'Tis from a soul, and not a name,
I meant not
A proper deed
Better still !
But I did not For bloodshed stopt, let blood you shed not rise Forgive this man. I loathed him to the last, A cloud upon your thoughts. This were to be As he did me. I do not love him now,
Too sensitive. Take comfort, and forget But
Such things, and leave remorse unto the guilty
Father, 'tis not my gold.
A large and magnificent Gothic Hall in the Castle or Prior.
Is there no blood upon it ? Siegendorf, decorated with Trophies, Banners, and Sieg. No: but there's worse than blood-eternal Arms of that family.
shame! Prior. Did he who own'd it die in his bed?
Enter ARNHEIM and Meister, Attendants of Count
SIEGEN DORF. Sieg.
Alas! He did.
Arn. Be quick! the count will soon return: the Prior. Son! you relapse into revenge,
ladies If you regret your enemy's bloodless death. Already are at the portal. Have you sent Sieg. His death was fathomlessly deep in blood. The messengers in search of him he seeks for? Prior. You said he died in his bed, not battle. Meis. I have, in all directions, over Prague, Sieg.
He As far as the man's dress and figure could Died, I scarce know-but-he was stabb'd i' the By your description track him. The devil take dark.
These revels and processions! All the pleasure And now you have it-perish'd on his pillow (If such there be) must fall to the spectators. By a cut-throat !-Ay!-you may look upon me! I'm sure none doth to us who make the show, I am not the man. I'll meet your eye on that point Arn. Go to! my lady countess comes. As I can one day God's.
I'd rather Prior. Nor did he die,
Ride a day's hunting on an outworn jade,
Sieg. No! by the God who sees and strikes ! In these dull pageantries.
Nor know you
Begone! and rail
(Exeunt. Sieg. I could only guess at one,
Enter the COUNTESS JOSEPHINE SIEGENDORF and And he to me a stranger, unconnected,
Jos. Well, Heaven be praised, the show is over! Prior. Then you are free from guilt.
Ida. How can you say so! never have I dreamt Sieg. (eagerly.)
Oh! am I?-say! Of aught so beautiful. The flowers, the boughs, Prior. You have said so, and know best. The banners, and the nobles, and the knights, Sieg.
Father! I have spoken The gems, the robes, the plumes, the happy faces, The truth, and nought but truth, if not the whole : The coursers, and the incense, and the sun Yet say I am not guilty! for the blood
Streaming through the stain'd windows, even the Of this man weighs on me, as if I shed it,
tombs, Though, by the Power who abhorreth human blood Which look'd so calm, and the celestial hymns, I did not !--nay once spared it, when I might Which seem'd as if they rather came from heaven And could-ay, perhaps, should (if our self-safety
Than mounted there. The bursting organ's peal Be e'er excusable in such defences
Rolling on high like harmonious thunder ; Against the attack of over-potent foes :)
The white robes and the lifted eyes; the world But pray for him, for me, and all my house ; At peace! and all at peace with one another ! Por, as I said, though I be innocent,
Oh, my sweet mother! [Embracing JCSEPHIXR. I know not why, a like remorse is on me,
My beloved child ! As if he had fallen by me or mine. Pray for me, For such, I trust, thou shalt be shortly. Father ! I have pray'd myself in vain.
I will. I am so already. Feel how my heart beats !
With aught more bitter.
Never shall it do so! Always the attribute of innocence.
How should it? What should make us grieve? I I feel it is not.
hate Prior. But it will be so,
To hear of sorrow: how can we be sad, When the mind gathers by its truth within it. Who love each other so entirely? You, Remember the great festival to-morrow,
The count, and Ulric, and your daughter Ida. In which you rank amidst our chiefest nobles, Jos. Poor child! as well as your brave son; and smooth your aspect;
Do you pity me? Nor in the general orison of thanks
No; but I envy And that in sorrow, not in the world's sense
Your wisk is granted. Of the universal vice, if one vice be
Behold me More general than another.
Sieg. I have seen the murderer. Ida.
I'll not hear
Ulr. Whom? Where? A word against a world which still contains
Sieg. The Hungarian, who slew Stralenheim You and my Ulric. Did you ever see
Ulr. You dream. Aught like him? How he tower'd among them all! Sieg.
I live! and as I live, I saw him How all eyes follow'd him! The flowers fell faster- Heard him! he dared to utter even my name. Rain's from each lattice at his feet, methought,
Ulr. What name? Than before all the rest : and where he trod
Werner! 'twas mine. I dare be sworn that they grow still, nor e'er
It must be so; Will wither.
No more: forget it.
Never! never ! all
My destinies were woven in that name:
It will not be engraved upon my tomb,
To the point-the Hungarian? Ida.
But I can never Sieg. Listen !—The church was throng'd; the Shape my thoughts of him into words to him.
hymn was raised; Besides, he sometimes frightens me.
" Te Deum” peal'd from nations, rather than Jos.
How so? From choirs, in one great cry of “God be praised" Ida. A cloud comes o'er his blue eyes suddenly, For one day's peace, after thrice ten dread years Yet he says nothing.
Each bloodier than the former: I arose, Jos.
It is nothing: all men, With all the nobles, and as I look'd down Especially in these dark troublous times,
Along the lines of lifted faces,-from Have much to think of.
Our banner'd and escutcheon'd gallery, I Ida.
But I cannot think Saw, like a flash of lightning, (for I saw Of aught save him.
A moment and no more,) what struck me sightless Jos.
Yet there are other men, To all else—the Hungarian's face ! I grew In the world's eye, as goodly. There's, for instance, Sick; and when I recover'd from the mist The young Count Waldorf, who scarce once withdrew Which curl'd about my senses, and again His eyes from yours to-day.
Look'd down, I saw him not. The thanksgiving Ida.
I did not see him, Was over, and we march'd back in procession. But Ulric. Did you not see at the moment
Ulr. Continue. When all knelt, and I wept: and yet methought, Sieg. When we reach'd the Muldau's bridge Through my fast tears, though they were thick and The joyous crowd above, the numberless warm,
Barks mann'd with revellers in their best garbs I saw him smiling on me.
Which shot along the glancing tide below,
The decorated street, the long array,
Of far artillery, which seem'd to bid Ida.
I thought too A long and loud farewell to its great doings, Of heaven, although I look'd on Ulric.
The standards o'er me, and the tramplings round, Jos.
Come, The roar of rushing thousands,-all-all could not Let us retire; they will be here anon
Chase this man from my mind, although my senses Expectant of the banquet. We will lay
No longer held him palpable. Aside these nodding plumes and dragging trains. Ulr.
You saw him Ida. And, above all, these stiff and heavy jewels, No more, then ? Which make my head and heart ache, as both throb Sieg.
I look'd as a dying soldier Beneath their glitter o'er my brow and zone. Looks at a draught of water, for this man; Dear mother, I am with you.
(Exeunt. But still I saw him not; but in his stead
Ulr. What in his stead ? Enter Count SIEGENDORF, in full dress, from the
My eye for ever fell solemnity, and LUDWIG.
Upon your dancing crest; the loftiest, Sieg.
Is he not found ? As on the loftiest and the loveliest head
Ulr. What's this to the Hungarian ?
Much; for I
When just as the artillery ceased, and paused I heard his excellency, with his train,
The music, and the crowd embraced in lieu Galbɔp o'er the west drawbridge.
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 Sieg to LUDWIG.)
See they cease not
Ulr. Uttered by-
Sieg. Him! I turn'd-and saw-and fell How have I long'd for thee!
Ulr. And wherefore? Were you seen?