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LASKA

GLYCINE.

BETHLEN.

LASKA.

BETHLEN.

LASKA,

GLYCINE.

GLYCINE.

LASKA.
I fear! whom? What?

You dare own all this?
GLYCINE.

Your lady will not warrant promise-breach.
I know, what I should fear, Mine, pamper'd Miss ! you shall be ; and I'll make
Were I in Laska's place.

you LASKA.

Grieve for him with a vengeance. Odds, my fingers What ?

Tingle already! (Makes threalening signs.
GLYCINE.

GLYCINE (aside).
My own conscience,

Ha! Bethlen coming this way! For having fed my jealousy and envy

(GLYCINE then cries out as if afraid of being beaten. With a plot, made out of other men's revenges, Oh, save me! save me! Pray don't kill me, Laska ! Against a brave and innocent young man's life!

Enler BETHLEN in a Hunting Dress.
Yes, yet, pray tell me!

BETHLEN.
LASKA (malignantly).

What, beat a woman!
You will know too soon.

LASKA (LO GLYCINE).

O you cockatrice!
Would I could find my lady! though she chid me-
Yet this suspense

(Going. Unmanly dastard, hold !

LASKA (pompously).
Stop! stop! one question only-

Do you chance to know I am quite calm

Who-1-am, Sir ?-(S'death how black he looks !) GLYCINE.

Ay, as the old song says, I have started many strange beasts in my time, Calm as a tiger, valiant as a dove.

But none less like a man, than this before me
Nay now, I have marr'd the verse : well! this one That lifts his hand against a timid female.
question-
LASKA

Bold youth! she's mine.
Are you not bound to me by your own promise ?
And is it not as plain

No, not my master yet,

But only is to be ; and all because
Halt! that's two questions. Two years ago my lady ask'd me, and

I promised her, not him ; and if she'll let me,
LASKA.
Pobaw! Is it not as plain as impudence,

I'll hate you, my Lord's sleward.
That you're in love with this young swaggering

BETHLEN. beggar,

Hush, Glycine ! Bethlen Bathory? When he was accused, Wby press'd you forward ? Why did you defend him ? Yes, I do, Bethlen ; for he just now brought

False witnesses to swear away your life :

Your life, and old Bathory's too.
Question meet question : that 's a woman's privilege.
Why, Laska, did you urge Lord Casimir
To make my lady force that promise from me ?

Bathory's!
Where is my father? Answer, or-

(Laska during this time slinks off the Srage, using So then, you say, Lady Sarolta forced you ?

threatening gestures to GLYCINE.

GLYCINE
Could I look up to her dear countenance, Oh, heed not him! I saw you pressing onward,
And say her nay? As far back as I wot of, And did but feign aların. Dear gallant youth,
All her commands were gracious, sweet requests. It is your life they seek!
How could it be then, but that her requests
Must needs have sounded to me as commands ?

My life?
And as for love, had I a score of loves,
I'd keep them all for my dear, kind, good mistress.

Alas!

Lady Sarolta evenNot one for Bethlen!

BETHLEN.

She does not know me!
Oh! that's a different thing.

GLYCINE
To be sure he's brave, and handsome, and so pious Oh that she did! she could not then have spoken
To his good old father. But for loving him-

With such stern countenance. But though she spurn Nay, there, indeed you are mistaken, Laska!

me,
Poor youth! I rather think I grieve for him ; I will kneel, Bethlen-
For I sigh so deeply when I think of him!
And if I see him, the tears come in my eyes,

Not for me, Glycine!
And my heart beats; and all because I dreamt What have I done? or whom have I offended ?
That the war-wolf* had gored him as he hunted
In the haunted forest !

Rash words, 't is said, and treasonous, of the king.

(BETHLEN mutlers to himself indignantly. • For the best account of the War-wolf or Lycanthropus, sed so looks the statue, in our hall, o' the god,

GLYCINE (aside). Drayton'. Moon-calf, Chalmers' English Poets, vol. iv. p.

The shaft just flown that killed the serpent!

GLYCINE.

GLYCINE

BETHLEN.

-Ha! gone!

LASKA.

GLYCINE.

BETHLEN.

GLYCINE.

LASKA.

GLYCINE.

BETHLEN.

GLYCINE.

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GLYCINE.

GLYCINE.

SAROLTA.

GLYCINE.

GLYCINE.

SAROLTA.
BETHLEN (mullering aside).
King!

Como,
GLYCINE.

Be yourself, girl!

GLYCINE. Ah, often have I wish'd you were a king.

O, 't is so full here. You would protect the helpless everywhere,

[At her heart As you did us. And I, too, should not then

And now it cannot harm him if I tell you,

That the old man's son-
Grieve for you, Bethlen, as I do; nor have
The tears come in my eyes; nor dream bad dreams

SAROLTA.
That you were kill'd in the forest; and then Laska

Is not that old man's son! Would have no right to rail at me, nor say A destiny, not unlike thine own, is his. (Yes, the base man, he says) that I-I love you. For all I know of thee is, that thou art

A soldier's orphan : left when rage intestine
BETHLEN.

Shook and ingulf'd the pillars of Illyria.
Pretty Glycine! wert thou not betrothed —

This other fragment, thrown back by that same earthBut in good truth I know not what I speak.

quake, This luckless morning I have been so haunted

This, so mysteriously inscribed by Nature, With my own fancies, starting up like omens,

Perchance may piece out and interpret thine. That I feel like one, who waking from a dream

Command thyself! Be secret! His true father-
Both asks and answers wildly —But Bathory?

Hear'st thou ?
GLYCINE.

GLYCINE (eagerly).
Hist! 'tis my lady's step! She must not see you!

O tell [BETHLEN retires. BETHLEN (who had overheard the last few words, now

rushes out). Enter from the Cottage SAROLTA and BATHORY.

Yes, tell me, Shape from Heaven!
SAROLTA.

Who is my father?
Go, seek your son! I need not add, be speedy-
You here, Glycine ?

[Exit BATHORY.

SAROLTA (gazing with surprise).

Thine ? Thy father ? Rise! Pardon, pardon, Madam! If you but saw the old man's son, you would not,

Alas! He hath alarm'd you, my dear lady!
You could not have him harm’d.

His countenance, not his act!
SAROLTA.
Be calın, Glycine !

Rise, Bethlen! Rise ! No, I shall break my heart.

(Sobbing

No; kneel thou too! and with thy orphan's tongue SAROLTA (laking her hand).

Plead for me! I am rooted to the earth,

Ha! is it so? O strange and hidden power of sympathy,

And have no power to rise! Give me a father!

There is a prayer in those uplifted eyes
That of like fates, though all unknown to each,
Dost make blind instincts
, orphan's heart to orphan's And bring it back, and make it plead for me

That seeks high Heaven ! But I will overtake it, Drawing by dim disquiet!

In thine own heart! Speak! speak! Restore to me

A name in the world!
Old Bathory-

SAROLTA,

By that blest Heaven I gazed at, Seeks his brave son. Come, wipe away thy tears. I know not who thou art. And if I knew, Yes, in good truth, Glycine, this same Bethlen Dared 1-But rise ! Seems a most noble and deserving youth.

Blest spirits of my parents, My lady does not mock me?

Ye hover o'er me now! Ye shine upon me!

And like a flower that coils forth from a ruin,
SAROLTA.
Where is Laska ?

I feel and seek the light, I cannot see !
Has he not told thee?

SAROLTA.

Thou see'st yon dim spot on the mountain's ridge,
GLYCINE.
Nothing. In his fear-

But what it is thou know'st not Even such
Anger, I mean-stole off-I am so flutter'd

Is all I know of thee--haply, brave youth,
Left me abruptly

Is all Fate makes it safe for thee to know !
SAROLTA,

BETHLEN.
His shame excuses him! Safe ? safe? O let me then inherit danger,
He is somewhat hardly task'd ; and in discharging And it shall be my birth-right!
His own tools, cons a lesson for himself.

SAROLTA (aside).
Bathory and the youth henceforward live

That look again! Safe in my Lord's protection.

The wood which first incloses, and then skirts GLYCINE.

The highest track that leads across the mountains

The saints bless you ! Thou know'st it, Bethlen ? Shame on my graceless heart! How dared I fear

BETHLEN. Lady Sarolta could be cruel

Lady, 't was my wont

BETHLEN.

GLYCINE.

SAROLTA.

BETHLEN.

GLYCINE.

SAROLTA.

BETHLEN.

SAROLTA.

BETHLEN.

GLYCINE.

BETHLEN.

BETHLEN.

To roam there in my childhood oft alone,

And I would seek her! for she is not dead!
And mutter to myself the name of father.

She can not die! O pardon, gracious lady;
For still Bathory (why, till now I guess'd not) You were about to say, that he return'd
Would never hear it from my lips, but sighing
Gazed upward. Yet of late an idle terror Deep Love, the godlike in us, still believes
GLYCINE.

Its objects as immortal as itself!
Madam, that wood is haunted by the war-wolves,
Vampires, and monstrous-

And found her still
SAROLTA (with a smile).
Moon-calves, credulous girl

Alas! he did return :
Haply some o'ergrown savage of the forest He left no spot unsearch'd in all the forest,
Hath his lair there, and fear hath framed the rest. But she (I trust me by some friendly hand)

[Then speaking again to Bethlen. Had been borne off.
After that last great battle (O young man!
Thou wakest anew my life's sole anguish), that

O whither?
Which fix'd Lord Emerick on his throne, Bathory
Led by a cry, far inward from the track,

Dearest Bethlen! In the hollow of an old oak, as in a nest,

I would that you could weep like me! O do not Did find thee, Bethlen, then a helpless babe : Gaze so upon the air! The robe, that wrapt thee, was a widow's mantle.

SAROLTA (continuing the story).

While he was absent, An infant's weakness doth relax my frame. A friendly troop, 't is certain, scour'd the wood, O say—I fear to ask

Hotly pursued indeed by Emerick.
SAROLTA.

BETHLEN.
And I to tell thee.

Emerick!

Oh Hell! Strike! O strike quickly! See, I do not shrink.

GLYCINE (to silence him). [Striking his breast.

Bethlen!
I am stone, cold stone.

BETHLEY.
SAROLTA.

Hist! I'll curse him in a whisper!
Hid in a brake hard by, This gracious lady must hear blessings only.
Scaree by both palms supported from the earth, She hath not yet the glory round her head,
A wounded lady lay, whose life fast waning Nor those strong eagle wings, which made swift
Seem'd to survive itself in her fixt eyes,

way
That strain'd towards the babe. At length one arm To that appointed place, which I must seek :
Painfully from her own weight disengaging, Or else she were my mother!
She pointed first to Heaven, then from her bosom
Drew forth a golden casket. Thus entreated

Noble youth!
Thy foster-father took thee in his arms,

From me fear nothing ! Long time have I owed And, kneeling, spake : If aught of this world's com- Offerings of expiation for misdeeds fort

Long pass'd that weigh me down, though innocent! Can reach thy heart, receive a poor man's troth, Thy foster-father hid the secret from thee, That at my life's risk I will save thy child! For he perceived thy thoughts as they expanded, Her counienance work'd, as one that seem'd pre- Proud, restless, and ill-sorting with thy state! paring

Vain was his care! Thou 'st made thyself suspected A loud voice, but it died upon her lips

E’en where Suspicion reigns, and asks no proof In a faint whisper, “ Fly! Save him! Hide-hide But iis own fears! Great Nature hath endow'd thee

With her best gifts! From me thou shalt receive BETHLEN.

| All honorable aidance! But haste hence! And did he leave her? What! Had I a mother? Travel will ripen thee, and enterprise And left her bleeding, dying ? Bought I vile life Beseems thy years ! Be thou henceforth my soldier! With the desertion of a dying mother?

And whatsoe'er betide thee, still believe Oh agony !

That in each noble deed, achieved or suffer'd,

Thou solvest best the riddle of thy birth!
Alas! thou art bewilder'd,

And may the light that streams from thine own And dost forget thou wert a helpless infant !

honor

Guide thee to that thou seekest!
What else can I remember, but a mother
Mangled and left to perish?

Must he leave us ?
SAROLTA.

Hush, Glycine ! And for such goodness can I return nothing, It is the ground-swell of a teeming instinct : But some hot tears that sting mine eyes? Some sighs Let it but lift itself to air and sunshine,

That is not breathed would swell my heart to stiAnd it will find a mirror in the waters,

fling? It now makes boil above it. Check him not! May Heaven and thine own virtues, high-born lady BETHLEN.

Be as a shield of fire, far, far aloof O that I were diffused among the waters

To scare all evil from thee! Yet, if fate That pierce into the secret depths of earth, Hath destined thee one doubtful hour of danger, And find their way in darkness! Would that I From the uttermost region of the earth, methinks, Could spread myself upon the homeless winds ! Swift as a spirit invoked, I should be with thee!

SAROLTA.

all!”

GLYCINE.

BETHLEN.

GLYCINE.

BETHLEN.

EMERICK

EMERICK

LASKA.

EMERICK.

SAROLTA.

LASKA.

GLYCINE

LASKA.

And then, perchance, I might have power to unbosom (SAROLTA and GLYCINE exeunt. Trumpets etc. louder.
These thanks that struggle here. Eyes fair as thine Enler EMERICK, LORD RUDOLPH, LABKA, and
Have gazed on me with tears of love and anguish, Huntsmen and Attendanls.
Which these eyes saw not, or beheld unconscious;

RUDOLPH.
And tones of anxious fondness, passionate prayers, A gallant chase, Sire.
Have been talk'd to me! But this tongue ne'er
soothed

Ay, but this new quarry
A mother's ear, lisping a mother's name!

That we last started seems worth all the rest. 0, at how dear a price have I been loved,

[Then to LASKA. And no love could return! One boon then, lady!

And you-excuse me—what's your name?
Where'er thou bidd'st, I go thy faithful soldier,

LASKA.
But first must trace the spot, where she lay bleeding
Who gave me life. No more shall beast of ravine Your Majesty may please.

Whatever
Affront with baser spoil that sacred forest!
Or if avengers more than human haunt there,
Take they what shape they list, savage or heavenly,

Nay, that's too late, man. They shall make answer to me, though my heart's Say, what thy mother and thy godfather blood

Were pleased to call thee? Should be the spell to bind them. Blood calls for blood!

Laska, my liege Sovereign. [Erit BETHLEN.

Well, my liege subject Laska! And you are
Ah! it was this I fear'd. To ward off this

Lord Casimir's steward ?
Did I withhold from him that old Bathory
Returning, hid beneath the self-same oak,

And your majesty's creature. Where the babe lay, the mantle, and some jewel

EMERICK Bound on his infant arm.

Two gentle dames made off at our approach.

Which was your lady? .
Oh, let me fly
And stop him! Mangled limbs do there lie scatter'd
Till the lured eagle bears them to her nest.

My liege lord, the taller. And voices have been heard! And there the plant The other, please your grace, is her poor handmaid, grows

Long since betrothed to me. But the maid 's froThat being eaten gives the inhuman wizard

wardPower to put on the fell hyena's shape.

Yet would your grace but speak

EMERICK. What idle tongue hath witch'd thee, Glycine ?

Hum, master steward! I hoped that thou hadst learnt a nobler faith. I am honor'd with this sudden confidence.

Lead on.

[To Laska, then to RUDOLPE. O chide me not, dear lady! question Laska,

Lord Rudolph, you 'll announce our coming. Or the old man.

Greet fair Sarolta from me, and entreat her

To be our gentle hostess. Mark, you add
Forgive me, I spake harshly.

How much we grieve, that business of the state
It is indeed a mighty sorcery

Hath forced us to delay her lord's return. That doth enthral thy young heart, my poor girl :

LORD RUDOLPH (aside).
And what hath Laska told thee?

Lewd, ingrate tyrant! Yes, I will announce thee.
GLYCINE.

EMERICK
Three days past
Now onward all.

(Exeunt attendants A courier from the king' did cross that wood; A wilful man, that arm'd himself on purpose :

EMERICK (solus). And never hath been heard of from that time!

A fair one, by my faith! [Sound of horns without. If her face rival but her gait and stature, SAROLTA.

My good friend Casimir had his reasons too. Hark! dost thou hear it?

" Her tender health, her vow of strict retirement,

Made early in the conventHis word pledged—"
GLYCINE.

'T is the sound of horns! All fictions, all! fictions of jealousy. Our huntsmen are not out!

Well! if the mountain move not to the prophet,

The prophet must to the mountain! In this Laska
Lord Casimir

There's somewhat of the knave mix'd up with dolt Would not come thus !

(Horns again.

Through the transparence of the fool, methought,

I saw (as I could lay my finger on it)
GLYCINE.
Still louder

The crocodile's eye, that peer'd up from the bottom
SAROLTA.

This knave may do us service. Hot ambition

Won me the husband. Now let vanity

Haste we hence ! And the resentment for a forced seclusion
For I believe in part thy tale of terror!
But, trust me, 't is the inner man transform'd :

Decoy the wife! Let him be deem'd the aggressor
Beasts in the shape of men are worse than war-

Whose cunning and distrust began the game!

(Erit. wolves.

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GLYCINE

SAROLTA.

SAROLTA.

RAAB KIUPRILI.

ZAPOLYA.

RAAB KIUPRILI.

RAAB KIUPRILI.

And think thou see'st thy sainted lord commission'd ACT II.

And on his way to aid us! Whence those late dreams,

Which after such long interval of hopeless
SCENE I.

And silent resignation, all at once
A savage wood. At one side a cavern, overhung with Night after night commanded thy return

ivy. ZAPOLYA and RAAB KIUPRILI discovered : Hither? and still presented in clear vision
both, but especially the latter, in rude and savage This wood as in a scene ? this very cayern?
garments.

Thou darest not doubt that Heaven's especial hand

Work'd in those signs. The hour of thy deliverance Heard you then aught while I was slumbering? Is on the stroke :-for Misery cannot add ZAPOLYA.

Grief to thy griefs, or Patience to thy sufferance !

Nothing,
Only your face became convulsed. We miserable! Cannot! Oh, what if thou wert taken from me?
Is Heaven's last mercy fled ? Is sleep grown treach- Nay, thou saidst well: for that and death were one.
erous ?

Life's grief is at its height indeed; the hard
RAAB KIUPRILI.

Necessity of this inhuman state
O for a sleep, for sleep itself to rest in!

Has made our deeds inhuman as our vestments. I dreamt I had met with food beneath a tree, Housed in this wild wood, with wild usages, And I was seeking you, when all at once

Danger our guest, and famine at our portal My feet became entangled in a net:

Wolf-like to prowl in the shepherd's fold by night! Súll more entangled as in rage I tore it.

At once for food and safety to affrighten
At length I freed myself, had sight of you, The traveller from his road
But as I hasten'd eagerly, again

(GLYCINE is heard singing without. I bound my frame encumber'd: a huge serpent Twined round my chest, but tightest round my throat.

Hark! heard you not ZAPOLYA.

A distant chant!
Alas ! 't was lack of food. for hunger chokes !

SONG, BY GLYCINE.
And now I saw you by a shrivell’d child
Strangely pursued. You did not fly, yet neither A sunny shaft did I behold,
Touch'd you the ground methought, but close above it From sky to earth it slanted;
Did seem to shoot yourself along the air,

And poised therein a bird so bold-
And as you pass'd me, turn'd your face and shriek d. Sweet bird, thou wert enchanted !

ZAPOLYA.
I did in truth send forth a feeble shriek,

He sunk, he rose, he twinkled, he troll'd
Scarce knowing why. Perhaps the mock'd sense craved

Within that shaft of sunny mist;
To hear the scream, which you but seem'd to utter. His eyes of fire, his beak of gold,
For your whole face look'd like a mask of torture !

All else of amethyst !
Yet a child's image doth indeed pursue me
Shrivellid with toil and penury!

And thus he sang : “ Adieu! adieu !

Love's dreams prove seldom true.
RAAB KIUPRILI.
Nay! what ails you ?

The blossoms, they make no delay:
The sparkling dew-drops will not stay.

Sweet month of May,
A wondrous faintness there comes stealing o'er me.

We must away ; Is it Death's lengthening shadow, who comes onward,

Far, far away!
Life's setting sun behind him?

To-day! to-day!"
Cheerly! The dusk

ZAPOLYA.
Will quickly shroud us. Ere the moon be up,

Sure 't is some blest spirit!
Trust me I'll bring thee food!

For since thou slewest the usurper's emissary
ZAPOLYA.

That plunged upon us, a more than mortal fear

Hunger's tooth has Is as a wall, that wards off the beleaguerer
Gnawn itself blunt. O, I could queen it well And starves the poor besieged. [Song again.
O'er my own sorrows as my rightful subjects.

RAAB KIUPRILI.
But wherefore, 0 revered Kiuprili! wherefore
Did my importunate prayers, my hopes and fancies, It is a maiden's voice! quick to the cave !
Force thee from thy secure though sad retreat ?
Would that my tongue had then cloven to my mouth! Hark! her voice falters!

[Exit ZAPOLYA, But Heaven is just! With tears I conquer'd thee,

RAAB KIUPRILI. And not a tear is left me to repent with!

She must not enter Hadst thou not done already-badst thou not

The cavern, else I will remain unseen! Suffer'd-oh, more than e'er man feign'd of friendship?

(KIUPRILI retires to one side of the stage: GLYCINE

enters singing. RAAB KIUPRILI. Yet be thou comforted! What! hadst thou faith

GLYCINE ( fearfully). When I turn'd back incredulons ? "T was thy light A savage place! saints shield me! Bethlen! Bethlen! That kindled mine. And shall it now go out, Not here ?-There's no one here! I'll sing again. And leave thy soul in darkness? Yet look up,

(Sings again.

ZAPOLYA.

RAAB KIUPRILI.

ZAPOLYA.

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