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Scene I.
—Franconia. A Chamber in the Palace. Conrad. Chorus in the outer Court. A Triumphal March.No. 13.—CHORUS.
Hail! hail! hail!
To the mighty conqueror!
Hail! hail! hail!
To the brave who rest from war.
Be each dinted helm unbound,
Every brow with laurel crowned.
Strip from tired limbs the bloody mail,
In silken ease and rest regale!
All hail! all hail!
To the mighty conqueror!
Hail! hail! hail!
To the brave who rest from war.
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Every brow with laurel crowned.
Strip from tired limbs the bloody mail,
In silken ease and rest regale!
All hail! all hail!
Hail! hail! hail!
Worthiest Stauffenberg to thee!
Leap all hearts to bid him hail,
Our champion red with victory!
Welcome, Prince, our power and pride,
Welcome to thy royal bride!
Joy! the fairest in the land
Crowns thy worth with loving hand.
All hail! all hail!
Stauffenberg! Stauffenberg!
Long live Prince Conrad!
Worthiest Stauffenberg to thee!
Leap all hearts to bid him hail,
Our champion red with victory!
Welcome, Prince, our power and pride,
Welcome to thy royal bride!
Joy! the fairest in the land
Crowns thy worth with loving hand.
All hail! all hail!
Stauffenberg! Stauffenberg!
Long live Prince Conrad!
[AN INTERVAL.]
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No. 14.—Conrad (Recit.)
Come, greatness, come! my dream of love, farewell!
Ianthe! O Ianthe!
I tear the dearest nerve quick from my heart,
Tearing myself from thee.
A fateful trumpet calls me. O farewell!
Chorus of Elemental Spirits.
Ianthe! Ianthe!
Ai! Ai!
No. 14 A.—Conrad (Aria).
Welcome, Titan-eyed ambition!
In Love's bower may dream the boy.
I accept the stern condition
That bereaves my heart of joy—
Dare to clasp thee, bride immortal,
Dare to claim thy dreadful dower,
Dare to pass the Olympian portal,
Grasp the thunderbolts of power.
In Love's bower may dream the boy.
I accept the stern condition
That bereaves my heart of joy—
Dare to clasp thee, bride immortal,
Dare to claim thy dreadful dower,
Dare to pass the Olympian portal,
Grasp the thunderbolts of power.
Shall vain ease, that siren-charmer,
Fool me with bold deeds half done,
Bid me doff, content, my armour,
With the world's great war half-won?
No—let falcons, tame of pinion,
Meanly stoop at lady's lure,
In his own august dominion
The grave eagle reigns secure.
Fool me with bold deeds half done,
Bid me doff, content, my armour,
With the world's great war half-won?
No—let falcons, tame of pinion,
Meanly stoop at lady's lure,
In his own august dominion
The grave eagle reigns secure.
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