Seemed pointing at my feet. Provident Heaven! Lo, I was standing on the secret door, Which, through a long descent where all sound perishes, Led out beyond the palace. But Andreas framed it not! Well I knew it He was no tyrant ! C. Rag. Haste, madam! Let me take this precious burden! [he kneels as he takes the child. Zap. Take him! And if we be pursued, I charge thee, Flee thou and leave me! Flee and save thy king! [then as going off, she looks back on the palace. Thou tyrant's den, be called no more a palace! The orphan's angel at the throne of heaven Stands up against thee, and there hover o'er thee A Queen's, a Mother's, and a Widow's curse. Henceforth a dragon's haunt, fear and suspicion Stand sentry at thy portals! Faith and honour, Driven from the throne, shall leave the attainted nation : And, for the iniquity that houses in thee, False glory, thirst of blood, and lust of rapine, Remorseless slaves of a remorseless tyrant, To thee, O Fire! O Pestilence! O Sword! Till Vengeance hath her fill.—And thou, snatched hence, Poor friendless fugitive! with mother's wailing, Offspring of royal Andreas, shalt return With trump and timbrel clang, and popular shout In triumph to the palace of thy fathers! [Exeunt. ADDITIONAL CHARACTERS. OLD BATHORY, a Mountaineer. BETHLEN BATHORY, The young Prince Andreas, supposed son of Old BATHORY. LORD RUDOLPH, a Courtier, but friend to the Queen's party. LASKA, Steward to CASIMIR, betrothed to GLYCINE. PESTALUTZ, an Assassin, in EMERICK's employ. LADY SAROLTA, Wife of LORD CASIMIR. 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 COMES AGAIN. ACT I. SCENE I.---A Mountainous country. Bathory's dwelling at the end of the stage. Enter Lady Sarolta and Glycine. Gly. WELL then! our round of charity is finished. Rest, Madam! You breathe quick. Sar. What, tired, Glycine? No delicate court-dame, but a mountaineer The good strength nature gave me. Gly. Is built as if an eagle or a raven Had chosen it for her nest. That last cottage So many are Sar. To heal the few we can. Well! let us rest. Gly. There? [Pointing to Bathory's dwelling. Sar. Here! For on this spot Lord Casimir Took his last leave. On yonder mountain-ridge I lost the misty image which so long |