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, cessions 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, Would put them all in eclipse. This sweet retire- Gly. And yet had I been born Lady Sarolta, Been wedded to the noblest of the realm, Sar. So doth the ignorant distance still delude us! For we danced round it. Sar. Ah, Glycine! why, Why did you then betroth yourself? Gly. Because My own dear lady wished it! 'twas you asked me! Sar. Yes, at my lord's request, but never wished, My poor affectionate girl, to see thee wretched. Thou knowest not yet the duties of a wife. Gly. Oh, yes! It is a wife's chief duty, madam! To stand in awe of her husband, and obey him, And, I am sure, I never shall see Laska tage, Sarolta continues her speech looking after her. Something above thy rank there hangs about thee, A fine and feminine grace, that makes me feel Or there's no faith in instinct! [angry voices and clamour within. Re-enter Glycine. Gly. Oh, madam! there's a party of your serAnd my lord's steward, Laska, at their head, [vants, Have come to search for old Bathory's son, Bethlen, that brave young man! 'twas he, my lady, That took our parts, and beat off the intruders, And in mere spite and malice, now they charge him With bad words of Lord Casimir and the king. Pray don't believe them, madam! This way! This way! Lady Sarolta's here Sar. [calling without. Be calm, Glycine. Enter Laska and Servants with Old Bathory. Las. (to Bathory.) We have no concern with you! What needs your presence? O. Bat. What! Do you think I'll suffer my brave boy To be slandered by a set of coward-ruffians, And leave it to their malice,---yes, mere malice !--To tell its own tale? [Laska and servants bow to Lady Sarolta. may Sar. The lord high steward of the realm, moreover- Las. Sar. (to the servants who offer to speak.) You have had your spokesman! Where is the young man thus accused? 0. Bat. I know not: But if no ill betide him on the mountains, He will not long be absent! Sar. Thou art his father? [son; O. Bat. None ever with more reason prized a Yet I hate falsehood more than I love him. But more than one, now in my lady's presence, Witnessed the affray, besides these men of malice, [dance, O. Bat. My tale is brief. During our festive Your servants, the accusers of my son, Offered gross insults, in unmanly sort, To our village maidens. He, (could he do less?) Rose in defence of outraged modesty, And so persuasive did his cudgel prove, (Your hectoring sparks so over brave to women Are always cowards) that they soon took flight, And now in mere revenge, like baffled boasters, Have framed this tale, out of some hasty words Which their own threats provoked. Old man! you talk Sar. To the livery of our house? 0. Bat. Even such respect As the sheep's skin should gain for the hot wolf That hath begun to worry the poor lambs ! Las. Old insolent ruffian ! Gly. Pardon ! pardon, madam! I saw the whole affray. The good old man Means no offence, sweet lady!-You, yourself, Laska! know well, that these men were the rufShame on you! Sar. [fians! What! Glycine? Go, retire! |