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SCENE I
ОглавлениеA glade in a wood. Enter CASIMIR looking anxiously around.
Casimir. This needs must be the spot! O, here he comes!
Enter LORD RUDOLPH.
Well met, Lord Rudolph! ——
Your whisper was not lost upon my ear,
And I dare trust —
Lord Rudolph. Enough! the time is precious!
You left Temeswar late on yester-eve? 5
And sojourned there some hours?
Casimir. I did so!
Lord Rudolph. Heard you
Aught of a hunt preparing?
Casimir. Yes; and met
The assembled huntsmen!
Lord Rudolph. Was there no word given?
Casimir. The word for me was this: — The royal Leopard
Chases thy milk-white dedicated Hind. 10
Lord Rudolph. Your answer?
Casimir. As the word proves false or true
Will Casimir cross the hunt, or join the huntsmen!
Lord Rudolph. The event redeemed their pledge?
Casimir. It did, and
therefore
Have I sent back both pledge and invitation.
The spotless Hind hath fled to them for shelter, 15
And bears with her my seal of fellowship! [They take hands.
Lord Rudolph. But Emerick! how when you reported to him
Sarolta’s disappearance, and the flight
Of Bethlen with his guards?
Casimir. O he received it
As evidence of their mutual guilt. In fine, 20
With cozening warmth condoled with, and dismissed me.
Lord Rudolph. I entered as the door was closing on you:
His eye was fixed, yet seemed to follow you, —
With such a look of hate, and scorn and triumph,
As if he had you in the toils already, 25
And were then choosing where to stab you first.
But hush! draw back!
Casimir. This nook is at the furthest
From any beaten track.
Lord Rudolph. There! mark them!
[Points to where LASKA and PESTALUTZ cross the Stage.
Casimir. Laska!
Lord Rudolph. One of the two I recognized this morning;
His name is Pestalutz: a trusty ruffian 30
Whose face is prologue still to some dark murder.
Beware no stratagem, no trick of message,
Dispart you from your servants.
Casimir (aside). I deserve it.
The comrade of that ruffian is my servant:
The one I trusted most and most preferred. 35
But we must part. What makes the king so late?
It was his wont to be an early stirrer.
Lord Rudolph. And his main policy.
To enthral the sluggard nature in ourselves
Is, in good truth, the better half of the secret
To enthral the world: for the will governs all. 40
See, the sky lowers! the cross-winds waywardly
Chase the fantastic masses of the clouds
With a wild mockery of the coming hunt!
Casimir. Mark yonder mass! I make it wear the shape
Of a huge ram that butts with head depressed. 45
Lord Rudolph (smiling). Belike, some stray sheep of the oozy
flock,
Which, if bards lie not, the Sea-shepherds tend,
Glaucus or Proteus. But my fancy shapes it
A monster couchant on a rocky shelf.
Casimir. Mark too the edges of the lurid mass — 50
Restless, as if some idly-vexing Sprite,
On swift wing coasting by, with tetchy hand
Pluck’d at the ringlets of the vaporous Fleece.
These are sure signs of conflict nigh at hand,
And elemental war!
[A single trumpet heard at some distance.
Lord Rudolph. That single blast 55
Announces that the tyrant’s pawing courser
Neighs at the gate. [Trumpets.
Hark! now the king comes forth!
For ever ‘midst this crash of horns and clarions
He mounts his steed, which proudly rears an-end
While he looks round at ease, and scans the crowd, 60
Vain of his stately form and horsemanship!
I must away! my absence may be noticed.
Casimir. Oft as thou canst, essay to lead the hunt
Hard by the forest-skirts; and ere high noon
Expect our sworn confederates from Temeswar. 65
I trust, ere yet this clouded sun slopes westward,
That Emerick’s death, or Casimir’s, will appease
The manes of Zapolya and Kiuprili! [Exit RUDOLPH.
The traitor, Laska! ——
And yet Sarolta, simple, inexperienced, 70
Could see him as he was, and often warned me.
Whence learned she this? — O she was innocent!
And to be innocent is Nature’s wisdom!
The fledge-dove knows the prowlers of the air,
Feared soon as seen, and flutters back to shelter. 75
And the young steed recoils upon his haunches,
The never-yet-seen adder’s hiss first heard.
O surer than Suspicion’s hundred eyes
Is that fine sense, which to the pure in heart,
By mere oppugnancy of their own goodness, 80
Reveals the approach of evil. Casimir!
O fool! O parricide! through yon wood did’st thou,
With fire and sword, pursue a patriot father,
A widow and an orphan. Dar’st thou then
(Curse-laden wretch) put forth these hands to raise 85
The ark, all sacred, of thy country’s cause?
Look down in pity on thy son, Kiuprili!
And let this deep abhorrence of his crime,
Unstained with selfish fears, be his atonement!
O strengthen him to nobler compensation 90
In the deliverance of his bleeding country! [Exit CASIMIR.
Scene changes to the mouth of a Cavern, as in Act II. ZAPOLYA and
GLYCINE discovered.
Zapolya. Our friend is gone to seek some safer cave:
Do not then leave me long alone, Glycine!
Having enjoyed thy commune, loneliness,
That but oppressed me hitherto, now scares. 95
Glycine. I shall know Bethlen at the furthest distance,
And the same moment I descry him, lady,
I will return to you. [Exit GLYCINE.
[Enter OLD BATHORY, speaking as he enters.
Old Bathory. Who hears? A friend!
A messenger from him who bears the signet!
Zapolya. He hath the watchword! — Art thou not Bathory? 100
Old Bathory. O noble lady! greetings from your son!
[BATHORY kneels.
Zapolya. Rise! rise! Or shall I rather kneel beside thee,
And call down blessings from the wealth of Heaven
Upon thy honoured head? When thou last saw’st me
I would full fain have knelt to thee, and could not, 105
Thou dear old man! How oft since then in dreams
Have I done worship to thee, as an angel
Bearing my helpless babe upon thy wings!
Old Bathory. O he was born to honour! Gallant deeds
And perilous hath he wrought since yester-eve. 110
Now from Temeswar (for to him was trusted
A life, save thine, the dearest) he hastes hither —
Zapolya. Lady Sarolta mean’st thou?
Old Bathory. She is safe.
The royal brute hath overleapt his prey,
And when he turned, a sworded Virtue faced him. 115
My own brave boy — O pardon, noble lady!
Your son ——
Zapolya. Hark! Is it he?
Old Bathory. I hear a voice
Too hoarse for Bethlen’s! ‘Twas his scheme and hope,
Long ere the hunters could approach the forest,
To have led you hence. — Retire.
Zapolya. O life of terrors! 120
Old Bathory. In the cave’s mouth we have such ‘vantage ground
That even this old arm —
[Exeunt ZAPOLYA and BATHORY into the cave.
Enter LASKA and PESTALUTZ.
Laska. Not a step further!
Pestalutz. Dastard! was this your promise to the king?
Laska. I have fulfilled his orders. Have walked with you
As with a friend: have pointed out Lord Casimir: 125
And now I leave you to take care of him.
For the king’s purposes are doubtless friendly.
Pestalutz. Be on your guard, man!
Laska. Ha! what now?
Pestalutz. Behind you!
‘Twas one of Satan’s imps, that grinned and threatened you
For your most impudent hope to cheat his master! 130
Laska. Pshaw! What! you think ‘tis fear that makes me leave you?
Pestalutz. Is’t not enough to play the knave to others,
But thou must lie to thine own heart?
Laska. Friend! Laska will be found at his own post,
Watching elsewhere for the king’s interest. 135
There’s a rank plot that Laska must hunt down,
‘Twixt Bethlen and Glycine!
Pestalutz. What! the girl
Whom Laska saw the war-wolf tear in pieces?
Laska. Well! Take my arms! Hark! should your javelin fail you,
These points are tipt with venom. [Seeing GLYCINE without.
By Heaven! Glycine! 140
Now as you love the king, help me to seize her!
[They run out after GLYCINE. Enter BATHORY from the
cavern.
Old Bathory. Rest, lady, rest! I feel in every sinew
A young man’s strength returning! Which way went they?
The shriek came thence. [Enter GLYCINE.
Glycine. Ha! weapons here? Then, Bethlen, thy Glycine 145
Will die with thee or save thee!
[She seizes them and rushes out. BATHORY following.
Music, and Peasants with hunting spears cross
the stage, singing chorally.
CHORAL SONG
Up, up! ye dames, ye lasses gay!
To the meadows trip away.
‘Tis you must tend the flocks this morn,
And scare the small birds from the corn. 150
Not a soul at home may stay:
For the shepherds must go
With lance and bow
To hunt the wolf in the woods to-day.
Leave the hearth and leave the house 155
To the cricket and the mouse:
Find grannam out a sunny seat,
With babe and lambkin at her feet.
Not a soul at home may stay:
For the shepherds must go 160
With lance and bow
To hunt the wolf in the woods to-day.
[Exeunt Huntsmen.
Re-enter BATHORY, BETHLEN, and GLYCINE.
Glycine. And now once more a woman ——
Bethlen. Was it then
That timid eye, was it those maiden hands
That sped the shaft, which saved me and avenged me? 165
Old Bathory. ‘Twas as a vision blazoned on a cloud
By lightning, shaped into a passionate scheme
Of life and death! I saw the traitor, Laska,
Stoop and snatch up the javelin of his comrade;
The point was at your back, when her shaft reached him. 170
The coward turned, and at the selfsame instant
The braver villain fell beneath your sword.
[Enter ZAPOLYA.
Zapolya. Bethlen! my child! and safe too!
Bethlen. Mother! Queen.
Royal Zapolya! name me Andreas!
Nor blame thy son, if being a king, he yet 175
Hath made his own arm minister of his justice.
So do the gods who launch the thunderbolt!
Zapolya. O Raab Kiuprili! Friend! Protector! Guide!
In vain we trenched the altar round with waters,
A flash from Heaven hath touched the hidden incense — 180
Bethlen. And that majestic form that stood beside thee
Was Raab Kiuprili!
Zapolya. It was Raab Kiuprili;
As sure as thou art Andreas, and the king.
Old Bathory. Hail Andreas! hail my king!
Andreas. Stop, thou revered one,
Lest we offend the jealous destinies 185
By shouts ere victory. Deem it then thy duty
To pay this homage, when ‘tis mine to claim it.
Glycine. Accept thine handmaid’s service! [Kneeling.
Zapolya. Raise her, son!
O raise her to thine arms! she saved thy life,
And through her love for thee, she saved thy mother’s! 190
Hereafter thou shalt know, that this dear maid
Hath other and hereditary claims
Upon thy heart, and with Heaven guarded instinct
But carried on the work her sire began!
Andreas. Dear maid! more dear thou canst not be! the rest 195
Shall make my love religion. Haste we hence:
For as I reached the skirts of this high forest,
I heard the noise and uproar of the chase,
Doubling its echoes from the mountain foot.
Glycine. Hark! sure the hunt approaches.
[Horn without, and afterwards distant thunder.
Zapolya. O Kiuprili! 200
Old Bathory. The demon-hunters of the middle air
Are in full cry, and scare with arrowy fire
The guilty! Hark! now here, now there, a horn
Swells singly with irregular blast! the tempest
Has scattered them! [Horns at a distance.
Zapolya. O Heavens! where stays Kiuprili? 205
Old Bathory. The wood will be surrounded! leave me here.
Andreas. My mother! let me see thee once in safety.
I too will hasten back, with lightning’s speed,
To seek the hero!
Old Bathory. Haste! my life upon it
I’ll guide him safe.
Andreas (thunder). Ha! what a crash was there! 210
Heaven seems to claim a mightier criminal
Than yon vile subaltern.
Zapolya. Your behest, High powers,
Lo, I obey! To the appointed spirit,
That hath so long kept watch round this drear cavern,
In fervent faith, Kiuprili, I entrust thee! 215
[Exeunt ZAPOLYA, ANDREAS, and GLYCINE.
Old Bathory. Yon bleeding corse may work us mischief still:
Once seen, ‘twill rouse alarm and crowd the hunt
From all parts towards this spot. Stript of its armour,
I’ll drag it hither.
[Exit BATHORY. Several Hunters cross the Stage.
Enter KIUPRILI.
Raab Kiuprili (throwing off his disguise). Since Heaven alone
can save me, Heaven alone 220
Shall be my trust.
Haste! haste! Zapolya, flee!
Gone! Seized perhaps? Oh no, let me not perish
Despairing of Heaven’s justice! Faint, disarmed,
Each sinew powerless; senseless rock, sustain me!
Thou art parcel of my native land!
A sword! 225
Ha! and my sword! Zapolya hath escaped,
The murderers are baffled, and there lives
An Andreas to avenge Kiuprili’s fall! —
There was a time, when this dear sword did flash
As dreadful as the storm-fire from mine arm — 230
I can scarce raise it now — yet come, fell tyrant!
And bring with thee my shame and bitter anguish,
To end his work and thine! Kiuprili now
Can take the deathblow as a soldier should.
[Re-enter BATHORY, with the dead body of PESTALUTZ.
Old Bathory. Poor tool and victim of another’s guilt! 235
Thou follow’st heavily: a reluctant weight!
Good truth, it is an undeservéd honour
That in Zapolya and Kiuprili’s cave
A wretch like thee should find a burial-place.
‘Tis he! — In Andreas’ and Zapolya’s name 240
Follow me, reverend form! Thou need’st not speak,
For thou canst be no other than Kiuprili.
Kiuprili. And are they safe? [Noise without.
Old Bathory. Conceal yourself, my lord!
I will mislead them!
Kiuprili. Is Zapolya safe?
Old Bathory. I doubt it not; but haste, haste, I conjure
you! [Enter CASIMIR. 245
Casimir. Monster!
Thou shalt not now escape me!
Old Bathory. Stop, lord Casimir!
It is no monster.
Casimir. Art thou too a traitor?
Is this the place where Emerick’s murderers lurk?
Say where is he that, tricked in this disguise, 250
First lured me on, then scared my dastard followers?
Thou must have seen him. Say where is th’ assassin?
Old Bathory. There lies the assassin! slain by that same sword
That was descending on his curst employer,
When entering thou beheld’st Sarolta rescued! 255
Casimir. Strange providence! what then was he who fled me?
Thy looks speak fearful things! Whither, old man!
Would thy hand point me?
Old Bathory. Casimir, to thy father.
Casimir. The curse! the curse! Open and swallow me,
Unsteady earth! Fall, dizzy rocks! and hide me! 260
Old Bathory. Speak, speak, my lord!
Kiuprili. Bid him fulfil his work!
Casimir. Thou art Heaven’s immediate minister, dread spirit!
O for sweet mercy, take some other form,
And save me from perdition and despair!
Old Bathory. He lives!
Casimir. Lives! A father’s curse can never die! 265
Kiuprili. O Casimir! Casimir!
Old Bathory. Look! he doth forgive you!
Hark! ‘tis the tyrant’s voice. [EMERICK’S voice without.
Casimir. I kneel, I kneel!
Retract thy curse! O, by my mother’s ashes,
Have pity on thy self-abhorring child!
If not for me, yet for my innocent wife, 270
Yet for my country’s sake, give my arm strength,
Permitting me again to call thee father!
Kiuprili. Son, I forgive thee! Take thy father’s sword;
When thou shalt lift it in thy country’s cause,
In that same instant doth thy father bless thee! 275
[Enter EMERICK.
Emerick. Fools! Cowards! follow — or by Hell I’ll make you
Find reason to fear Emerick, more than all
The mummer-fiends that ever masqueraded
As gods or wood-nymphs! —
Ha! ‘tis done then!
Our necessary villain hath proved faithful, 280
And there lies Casimir, and our last fears!
Well! — Aye, well! ——
And is it not well? For though grafted on us,
And filled too with our sap, the deadly power
Of the parent poison-tree lurked in its fibres: 285
There was too much of Raab Kiuprili in him:
The old enemy looked at me in his face,
E’en when his words did flatter me with duty.
Enter CASIMIR and BATHORY.
Old Bathory (aside). This way they come!
Casimir (aside). Hold them in check
awhile,
The path is narrow! Rudolph will assist thee. 290
Emerick (aside). And ere I ring the alarum of my sorrow,
I’ll scan that face once more, and murmur — Here
Lies Casimir, the last of the Kiuprilis!
Hell! ‘tis Pestalutz!
Casimir (coming forward). Yes, thou ingrate Emerick!
‘Tis Pestalutz! ‘tis thy trusty murderer! 295
To quell thee more, see Raab Kiuprili’s sword!
Emerick. Curses on it and thee! Think’st thou that petty omen
Dare whisper fear to Emerick’s destiny?
Ho! Treason! Treason!
Casimir. Then have at thee, tyrant!
[They fight. EMERICK falls.
Emerick. Betrayed and baffled 300
By mine own tool! —— Oh! [Dies.
Casimir. Hear, hear, my Father!
Thou should’st have witnessed thine own deed. O Father,
Wake from that envious swoon! The tyrant’s fallen!
Thy sword hath conquered! As I lifted it
Thy blessing did indeed descend upon me; 305
Dislodging the dread curse. It flew forth from me
And lighted on the tyrant!
Enter RUDOLPH, BATHORY, and Attendants.
Rudolph and Bathory. Friends! friends to Casimir!
Casimir. Rejoice, Illyrians! the usurper’s fallen.
Rudolph. So perish tyrants! so end usurpation! 310
Casimir. Bear hence the body, and move slowly on!
One moment ——
Devoted to a joy, that bears no witness,
I follow you, and we will greet our countrymen
With the two best and fullest gifts of heaven — 315
A tyrant fallen, a patriot chief restored!
[CASIMIR enters the Cavern.
SCENE. — Chamber in CASIMIR’S Castle. Confederates discovered.
First Confederate. It cannot but succeed, friends. From this palace
E’en to the wood, our messengers are posted
With such short interspace, that fast as sound
Can travel to us, we shall learn the event! 320
Enter another Confederate.
What tidings from Temeswar?
Second Confederate. With one voice
Th’ assembled chieftains have deposed the tyrant:
He is proclaimed the public enemy,
And the protection of the law withdrawn.
First Confederate. Just doom for him, who governs without law! 325
Is it known on whom the sov’reignty will fall?
Second Confederate. Nothing is yet decided: but report
Points to Lord Casimir. The grateful memory
Of his renownéd father ——
Enter SAROLTA.
Hail to Sarolta!
Sarolta. Confederate friends! I bring to you a joy 330
Worthy your noble cause! Kiuprili lives,
And from his obscure exile, hath returned
To bless our country. More and greater tidings
Might I disclose; but that a woman’s voice
Would mar the wondrous tale. Wait we for him, 335
The partner of the glory — Raab Kiuprili;
For he alone is worthy to announce it.
[Shouts of ‘Kiuprili, Kiuprili,’ and ‘The Tyrant’s
fallen,’ without. Enter KIUPRILI, CASIMIR,
RUDOLPH, BATHORY, and Attendants.
Raab Kiuprili. Spare yet your joy, my friends! A higher waits you:
Behold, your Queen!
[Enter ZAPOLYA and ANDREAS royally attired, with
GLYCINE.
Confederate. Comes she from heaven to bless us?
Other Confederates. It is! it is!
Zapolya. Heaven’s work of grace is
full! 340
Kiuprili, thou art safe!
Raab Kiuprili. Royal Zapolya!
To the heavenly powers, pay we our duty first;
Who not alone preserved thee, but for thee
And for our country, the one precious branch
Of Andreas’ royal house. O countrymen, 345
Behold your King! And thank our country’s genius,
That the same means which have preserved our sovereign,
Have likewise reared him worthier of the throne
By virtue than by birth. The undoubted proofs
Pledged by his royal mother, and this old man, 350
(Whose name henceforth be dear to all Illyrians)
We haste to lay before the assembled council.
All. Hail, Andreas! Hail, Illyria’s rightful king!
Andreas. Supported thus, O friends! ‘twere cowardice
Unworthy of a royal birth, to shrink 355
From the appointed charge. Yet, while we wait
The awful sanction of convened Illyria,
In this brief while, O let me feel myself
The child, the friend, the debtor! — Heroic mother! —
But what can breath add to that sacred name? 360
Kiuprili! gift of Providence, to teach us
That loyalty is but the public form
Of the sublimest friendship, let my youth
Climb round thee, as the vine around its elm:
Thou my support and I thy faithful fruitage. 365
My heart is full, and these poor words express not,
They are but an art to check its over-swelling.
Bathory! shrink not from my filial arms!
Now, and from henceforth thou shalt not forbid me
To call thee father! And dare I forget 370
The powerful intercession of thy virtue,
Lady Sarolta? Still acknowledge me
Thy faithful soldier! — But what invocation
Shall my full soul address to thee, Glycine?
Thou sword that leap’dst forth from a bed of roses: 375
Thou falcon-hearted dove?
Zapolya. Hear that from me, son!
For ere she lived, her father saved thy life,
Thine, and thy fugitive mother’s!
Casimir. Chef Ragozzi!
O shame upon my head! I would have given her
To a base slave!
Zapolya. Heaven overruled thy purpose, 380
And sent an angel to thy house to guard her!
Thou precious bark! freighted with all our treasures!
The sports of tempests, and yet ne’er the victim,
How many may claim salvage in thee! Take her, son!
A queen that brings with her a richer dowry 385
Than orient kings can give!
Sarolta. A banquet waits! —
On this auspicious day, for some few hours
I claim to be your hostess. Scenes so awful
With flashing light, force wisdom on us all!
E’en women at the distaff hence may see, 390
That bad men may rebel, but ne’er be free;
May whisper, when the waves of faction foam,
None love their country, but who love their home:
For freedom can with those alone abide,
Who wear the golden chain, with honest pride, 395
Of love and duty, at their own fireside:
While mad ambition ever doth caress
Its own sure fate, in its own restlessness!
END OF ZAPOLYA.
[After 16] [They take hands, &c. 1817, 1828, 1829.
Casimir. Mark too, the edges of yon lurid mass!
Restless and vext, as if some angering hand,
With fitful, tetchy snatch, unrolled and pluck’d
The jetting ringlets of the vaporous fleece!
These are sure signs of conflict nigh at hand,
And elemental war!
1817-1851.
[Note. — The text of 1829, 1831 is inscribed in Notebook 20 (1808-1825).]
Neighs at the gate. [A volley of Trumpets.
1817, 1828, 1829.
[After 68: [Exit RUDOLPH and manet CASIMIR.
That but oppressed me hitherto, now scares me.
You will ken Bethlen?
Glycine. O at farthest distance,
Yea, oft where Light’s own courier-beam exhausted
Drops at the threshold, and forgets its message,
A something round me of a wider reach
Feels his approach, and trembles back to tell me.
MS. correction (in the margin of Zapolya 1817) inserted in text of P.
and D. W. 1877, iv. pp. 270-71.
[After 99] [ZAPOLYA, who had been gazing affectionately after GLYCINE,
starts at BATHORY’S voice. 1817, 1828, 1829.
[Before 128] Pestalutz (affecting to start). 1817, 1828, 1829.
[Before 134] Laska (pompously). 1817, 1828, 1829.
[Before 139] Laska (throwing down a bow and arrows). 1817, 1828, 1829.
These points are tipt with venom.
[Starts and sees GLYCINE without.
1817, 1828, 1829.
[After 141] [They run … GLYCINE, and she shrieks without: then
enter, &c. 1817, 1828, 1829.
The shriek came thence. [Clash of swords, and BETHLEN’S voice heard
from behind the scenes; GLYCINE enters
alarmed; then, as seeing LASKA’S bow
and arrows.
1817, 1828, 1829.
[After 146] [She seizes … following her. Lively and irregular
music, and Peasants with hunting spears, &c. 1817, 1828, 1829.]
[After 162] Re-enter, as the Huntsmen pass off, BATHORY, &c. 1817,
1828, 1829.
[Before 163] Glycine (leaning on Bethlen). 1817, 1828, 1829.
[Before 166] Bathory (to Bethlen exultingly). 1817, 1828, 1829.
[Linenote Before 181: Bethlen (hastily). 1817, 1828, 1829.
Bathory. Hail … my king! [Triumphantly.
1817, 1828, 1829.
Has scattered them! [Horns heard as from different places at a
distance.
1817, 1828, 1829.
[After 209] [Thunder again. 1817, 1828, 1829.
[After 211] [Pointing without to the body of PESTALUTZ. 1817, 1828,
1829.
[After 215] [Exeunt … GLYCINE, ANDREAS, having in haste dropt his
sword. Manet BATHORY. 1817, 1828, 1829.
1829.
I’ll drag it hither. [Exit BATHORY. After awhile several Hunters
cross the stage as scattered. Some time
after, enter KIUPRILI in his disguise,
fainting with fatigue, and as pursued.
1817, 1828, 1829.
Shall be my trust. [Then speaking as to ZAPOLYA in the Cavern.
Haste! … flee!
[He enters the Cavern, and then returns in alarm.
1817, 1828, 1829.
Thou art parcel of my native land. [Then observing the sword.
1817, 1828, 1829.
[After 239] [Then observing KIUPRILI. 1817, 1828, 1829.
[After 245] [As he retires, in rushes CASIMIR. 1817, 1828, 1829.
1829.
[After 256] [BATHORY points to the Cavern, whence KIUPRILI advances.
1817, 1828, 1829.
[Before 259] Casimir (discovering Kiuprili). 1817, 1828, 1829.
[Before 261] Bathory (to Kiuprili). 1817, 1828, 1829.
1828, 1829.
[Before 266] Kiuprili (in a tone of pity). 1817, 1828, 1829.
[After 275] [KIUPRILI and CASIMIR embrace; they all retire to the
Cavern supporting KIUPRILI. CASIMIR as by accident drops his robe, and
BATHORY throws it over the body of PESTALUTZ. 1817, 1828, 1829.
[Before 276] Emerick (entering). 1817, 1828, 1829.
As gods or wood-nymphs! — [Then sees the body of PESTALUTZ,
covered by CASIMIR’S cloak.
1817, 1828, 1829.
[After 288] [As EMERICK moves towards the body, enter from the Cavern
CASIMIR and BATHORY. 1817, 1828, 1829.
[Before 289] Bathory (pointing to where the noise is, and aside to
Casimir). 1817, 1828, 1829.
[Before 291] Emerick (aside, not perceiving Casimir and Bathory, and
looking at the dead body). 1817, 1828, 1829.
[After 293] [Uncovers the face, and starts. 1817, 1828, 1829.
[Before 308] Rudolph and Bathory (entering). 1817, 1828, 1829.
[After 316] [Exeunt CASIMIR into the Cavern. The rest on the opposite
side. 1817, 1828, 1829.
[Before 317] Scene changes to a splendid Chamber, &c. 1817, 1828,
1829.
[After 337] [Shouts … without. Then enter KIUPRILI …
Attendants, after the clamour has subsided. 1817, 1828, 1829.
Behold, your Queen! [Enter from opposite side, ZAPOLYA, &c.
1817, 1828, 1829.
1829.
[After 382] [To ANDREAS. 1817, 1828, 1829.
&c. 1817, 1828, 1829.
[After 398] FINIS. 1817.
