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Remorseless slaves of a remorseless tyrant,
Old Bathory, a Mountaineer.
posed son of Old BATHORY. LORD RUDOLPH, a Courtier, but friend to the Queen's
Between the flight of the Queen, and the civil war which
immediately followed, and in which Emerick remained the victor, a space of twenty years is supposed to have elapsed.
USURPATION ENDED; OR, SHE
SCENE I.-A Mountainous country. Bathory's dwell
ing at the end of the stage.
Enter Lady Sarolta and Glycine.
Sar. What, tired, Glycine ?
That last cottage
So many are
[Pointing to Bathory's dwelling.
Lingered, or seemed at least to linger on it.
Gly. And what if even now, on that same ridge, A speck should rise, and still enlarging, lengthening, As it clomb downwards, shape itself at last To a numerous cavalcade, and spurring foremost, Who but Sarolta's own dear lord returned From his high embassy ? Sar.
Thou hast hit my thought! All the long day, from yester-morn to evening, The restless hope fluttered about my heart. Oh we are querulous creatures ! little less Than all things can suffice to make us happy; And little more than nothing is enough To discontent us.—Were he come, then should I Repine he had not arrived just one day earlier To keep his birth-day here, in his own birth-place. Gly. But our best sports belike, and gay proces
sions Would to my lord have seemed but work-day sights Compared with those the royal court affords. Sar. I have small wish to see them.
A spring morning With its wild gladsome minstrelsy of birds, And its bright jewelry of flowers and dew-drops (Each orbed drop an orb of glory in it) [ment Would put them all in eclipse. This sweet retireLord Casimir's wish alone would have made sacred: But in good truth, his loving jealousy Did but command, what I had else entreated.
Gly. And yet had I been born Lady Sarolta,