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Act First.

SCENE FIRST

—A HALL OF STATE.
Several doors, from inner apartments, opening into the hall. In the front folding doors, Count Cilley coming forward through them; a couch seen in the inner apartment, from which he rises as the curtain draws up. Rodolpho following him.
COUNT CILLEY, RODOLPHO.
COUNT CILLEY.
It mocks belief. Huniades arriv'd?
His fleet in sight, engaging with the Turk's?
Demons of air, in whirlwinds scatter both!
Thou roaring Danube whelm them in thy flood!
Destroy Huniades, though, he destroy'd,
Plumed victory should forsake the Christian banner,
And give to Mahomet unbounded empire.

RODOLPHO.
This passionate deportment tends to ruin;
Your bounty has allur'd the people's hearts,
Because they see no motive, but their interest,
Which stimulates your ardour to relieve them;
The mine you dig, should they suspect your purpose,
Would be blown up with danger to yourself.
Let circumspection guard what art has won;
Opposeless is a foe new-crown'd by victory;
Huniades now reigns in every heart.
These succours, swiftly rais'd, and timely come
To their relief, have chang'd the people's murmurings
To joy and gratitude. Should you exclaim
Against their idol, you excite suspicion.
Still in the people's interest seem absorb'd,
Seem joyful that Huniades is come
With fresh supplies to feed their wives and children.
This if he bring them not sows discontent.

COUNT CILLEY.
Curse on his coming! for it gives the lie
To all I prophesy'd of his delay,
And drooping courage. Long has he been seen?

RODOLPHO.
Three hours.

COUNT CILLEY.
Why instantly was I not told,
When the fleet came in sight? Art thou too leagu'd
With fortune, and my foes, against my wishes?
My favours merit better service from thee;
Thy too late warning leaves me now no power
To form such plans, as should have foil'd his speed.

RODOLPHO.
Vain, fruitless thought! thy passion warps thy judgment.
Thou might'st as well hope to arrest yon Sun
In mid career, as stop this gallant chief,
When ardent in his country's cause he comes.
Yet had I known, my Lord, you would have thank'd
The man who told you that your foe was near,
I could have summon'd you from needed sleep
To see a grateful people mad with joy;
To hear one voice of praise ascend the skies,
That great Huniades, their guardian genius,
Their tutelary God, was come to save them.

COUNT CILLEY.
Peace! for my ill-placed anger taunt me not.
Huniades, the man I fear and envy,
Whom I with deadly hate detest—he comes.
Unsated vengeance fires my soul to phrenzy.
Gods, he triumphant comes! Give me some hope,
Contrive some means, that he may fall my victim!

RODOLPHO.
Be calm! and opportune event may aid you;
Without supplies the city must surrender.
If now Huniades relieve Belgrade,
The frighted King will strait return to celebrate
His sister's marriage with the Servian prince.
The Princess gone, the Regent's power is sapp'd;
The guardianship of such a peerless gem,
As your fair niece, gives power to rise still higher.
'Tis rumour'd, that his son Corvinus dar'd
To ask her hand—

COUNT CILLEY.
How! my niece wed Corvinus?
By heaven she never shall, whilst I have life;
I first would give Belgrade, although the key
Of the Hungarian realm, to Mahomet;
And he would rid me both of son and father.
Huniades! his blood commix with mine?
Corvinus and Agmunda then would mount
My coward nephew's throne, supplanting me.
Accursed scheme! rise every fiend to blast it.

RODOLPHO.
The Regent has himself that danger warded;
Glory, and not ambition, is his God:
He made the Princess, at the altar, swear
Never to wed his son. But other cares
Demand your present thoughts. A hasty council
Has been conven'd; which soon broke up, commanding
Such troops to muster in Saint Julian's Square,
As can be spar'd from duty on the walls.
These, from the western gate, led by Corvinus,
In one vast column, through the Turkish camp,
Must fight their way against redoubling foes;
Whilst with his troops, and hoped supplies, Huniades
Shall disembark. In this their purpos'd sally,
A thousand of your Austrian troops they ask
To march with the rear-guard, and flank the river,
The ground maintaining which the van shall gain,
And their retreat back to Belgrade secure.

COUNT CILLEY.
Ask me to aid the triumph of Huniades?
Bid the wreck'd seaman quit the plank he clings to!
Bid the parch'd wretch, when fever fires his blood,
Part with the cooling beverage from his lip!
'Tis a gross insult to demand my troops;
Not one shall march beneath Corvinus' standard.

RODOLPHO.
Think of the consequence of this refusal.
'Twould sound unpopular, and most suspicious,
That Austria's Regent, the King's guardian,
And his great Uncle too, refus'd his aid
Stores to convey into a town besieged,
Where every citizen eats scanty bread.
Without these succours famine will ensue,
Belgrade must yield, and with it falls a kingdom.
Your aid is not of service to your foe,
But to yourself; worded the people's friend,
You lose their confidence, if in this misery
Your deeds desert them. Let not fury blind you,
Weigh, with your wonted policy, your interest.
Revenge and hate must wait a riper hour.

COUNT CILLEY.
I know not that; their hour perhaps is now.
My spirits feel a prescience which prolaims
The balance of my fate aloft is pois'd;
And shall I make the adverse scale preponderate?
(pauses.)
Gods! give me empire, let me reign or die!
I would command my fate, nor owe to chance
My envy'd height. Huniades destroy'd,
The Regency of Hungary is mine;
Then, this Boy King, the people will depose:
Huniades, whilst Regent, more defends him
Than could embattled legions arm'd to save him.

RODOLPHO.
My Lord! the exigence demands despatch,
Zilugo urged me for a speedy answer;
Resolve, lest your delay excite suspicion,
And make him penetrate your secret motive.
I know he views your conduct with distrust,
And lynx-eyed jealousy may view it right;
Unless you warily avoid its ken.

COUNT CILLEY.

RODOLPHO.
Is this parade meant but to blind the council?
Or have these preparations other motives?
Instruct me, lest I fail to aid your purpose.

COUNT CILLEY.
This palace I will seize. My niece the Princess,
Leagu'd with my foes or not, shall be my prisoner
Till I succeed; and, if I fail, my victim.
I must harangue the crowd, distribute money,
Accuse Huniades of breach of faith,
That he has plann'd his son should wed the Princess.
Dethrone my nephew, and usurp his crown.
If this inflame the people, as I wish,
Corvinus and Huniades return'd
(spoken with insidious meaning.)
Shall be for treason seiz'd, and thou their guard,
As thou wast Elsinger's. The Monk Campestran,
Fanatic priest, shall writhe beneath my vengeance.
I'll seize the Sword his insolence refus'd me:
Bless'd by the Pope, the people hold it sacred,
Thinking miraculous power attends the wearer.
Campestran shall repent his proud defiance:
Without his aid, sole Regent of this realm
Belgrade shall hail me, and ere long its King.
With thy accustom'd zeal my orders execute.

Exit Rodolpho.

SCENE SECOND.

COUNT CILLEY, THE GOVERNOR MICHAEL ZILUGO.
(Zilugo enters hastily as Rodolpho goes out.)
COUNT CILLEY.
What trouble read I in your looks, Zilugo?

ZILUGO.
Grief at the loud laments of starving thousands,
And at the silent tears of hardy veterans,
Drooping dismay'd.—The fleet is now in flames—

COUNT CILLEY.
The Regent's fleet, which came this morn in sight?

ZILUGO.
Is now destroying. Nought can be seen of it,
For bursting flames, and volumes of thick smoke,
Which the west wind towards the city blows.
We fear our godlike champion now expires,
Or, chain'd, is led in triumph by the victor.
I have just call'd the council to advise
What, in this exigence, we ought to do.
Fain would Corvinus sally forth, with all
Our force, at the west gate, and through the invaders,
On that side now redoubling, force a passage;
And save, from Mahomet, his gallant Father,
With those brave troops who may escape the flames.

COUNT CILLEY.
The attempt is madness. What, risk our whole force
To save one man? Hazard Belgrade for him?

ZILUGO.
Huniades that One,—hazard an Empire.
Though gratitude were dumb, yet interest pleads;
For seven score thousand Turks, inur'd to war,
Round our beleaguer'd walls have trenches open'd,
And our own safety now demands his aid.
Who but himself had fought against their fleet
This morn? Yet he, undaunted Chief, engag'd
Their ships at fearful odds. Had victory smil'd.
Boldly must he his landing have made good
I' the teeth of all the Sultan's chosen soldiers.
And after that, although you think it madness
For us to pass athwart the Turkish lines,
Yet he, with not the tenth of half our force,
Would, through their camp, have hewn himself a path;
Then with tir'd troops, from a third battle panting,
Belgrade had been again by him reliev'd.
This godlike man shall we, with coward caution,
Desert, now, when for us, he stands the mark
Of hostile rage?

COUNT CILLEY.
Defeat, in mid career,
His boldness stops; and, with less daring, prudence
Warns us to act, nor, by our ruin, grace
His fall. Huniades, or dead, or captive,
The tottering state must chuse another Regent:
A Nation's praise will that brave man deserve,
Who, in this peril, dares to take the helm.

ZILUGO.
Now, at this stormy crisis, to be Regent
Is to encounter toil and certain danger:
A thankless office, where all may be lost,
And nothing can be won. Much the King's flight
To Frederick's court, the people has displeas'd.
This beardless King, deserting his own cause,
Is grown unpopular. The soldiers fight
Dead-hearted. Yet where great Corvinus leads,
Adoring him, with ready swords they follow.
Another Regent strew'd with thorns will find
His road, unless our well-plac'd choice select
That hero whom the soldiers love and fear.

COUNT CILLEY.
A Regent must be chosen, or this Corvinus,
This boy, will arrogate his Father's power,
Defy the council's orders, waste our strength,
And lose the city of the most importance
In the Hungarian realm. If you should aid
This rash exploit, I shall suspect your loyalty.
Traitors I deem Corvinus, and Huniades,
Who would usurp my infant Nephew's throne.
To guard his rights, I claim the General's truncheon.

Enter a Messenger.
MESSENGER
(addressing the Governor).
My Lord! approaching tow'rds the eastern gate
A train of Turks appears, so very numerous,
That it resembles more a hostile army
Than a state embassy. They sound a parley.

ZILUGO.
Let trumpets from the eastern tower accept it,
And send forth Heralds to demand their purpose,
Which here report.

Exit Messenger.
COUNT CILLEY.
Now shew your zeal to serve
The state; and in the council name me Regent.

ZILUGO.
Forego that thought, nor hazard a repulse.
My Lord! at present, if the council chuse
A man for that high office, much I doubt,
Nay I foretell, they never will name you.

COUNT CILLEY.
And yet this realm demands my care, Zilugo!
This new alliance with the Prince of Servia,
Will keep the sword for ever in our hands
Against the Turk, who, when he quits Belgrade,
With fire and sword, will ravage Servia,
Which, by the treaty, we are bound to succour.
Huniades has some base views in this;
Some secret tribute, or some promis'd service.
My Niece is sold.

ZILUGO.
Unjust are your suspicions.
The Regent knows no interest, but his Country's;
And Servia, aided by our arms, will prove
Hungaria's bulwark 'gainst the Turk's invasion.
Therefore he gives the Princess to Matthias.
Although her heart in secret loves another;
Yet has his counsel o'er that love prevail'd,
For the state's welfare, and his sovereign's safety.

COUNT CILLEY.
And can you, Governor! approve this marriage?
The Servian Prince will, like his treacherous father,
Deceitful prove; that father who, before you,
Murder'd your Brother, basely, in cold blood.

ZILUGO.
My sword the traitor slew; and, justice satisfy'd,
Resentment sleeps within its victim's tomb.

COUNT CILLEY.
Had I a Regent's power, I would oppose
This purpos'd marriage: highly I dislike it.
Form'd by Huniades, it hides some treason.
Let my Niece wed with some Hungarian Lord,
Whose service such a high reward may merit,
Amongst the gallant nobles of this realm,
I know not who has from the state, Zilugo!
Such claims to honour as yourself. Your son—

ZILUGO
(haughtily).
I understand you, Count! I know, my interest
Is, with the Council, of sufficient weight
For such a bribe: and, when inclin'd to sell
Honour and faith, I know a purchaser,
Who, wanting both, would give a prodigal price,
Glut my revenge, and my ambition feed.

COUNT CILLEY.
I prize your zeal, and therefore court your friendship.
'Tis my esteem for you, which makes me chuse
Your Son to wed my Niece. Whilst to your merit
I am thus just, you through mistake oppose me.

ZILUGO.
It now behoves me bluntly to inform you,
You lose your dignity in these attempts.
Your sanguine temper grasps at unjust power,
Which vested in you would prove dangerous.
The man who asks more than he ought to have,
Must meet repulse. When honest minds are rous'd
To oppose audacity, respect is lost
In that contempt, which, all unfair designs,
Whether in public or in private life,
Sooner or later ever must incur.

COUNT CILLEY
(half drawing his sword).
I'll teach your bluntness to contemn my power,

ZILUGO
(drawing his sword and retreating).
Ulrick! this sword is practis'd 'gainst assassins—

COUNT CILLEY
(drawing his sword advances).
As man to man, in equal fight advance.

ZILUGO.
No! whilst my sword can serve my Country's cause,
I will not use it but for her; except
To guard my life. If I escape the peril,
Which now awaits us, call me forth—the friend
Of Elsinger will meet you; brave, fallen Elsinger!
His, and our noble Regent's, threatening sword
Kept from your grasp all Austria's rich domains;
For had not they in your career oppos'd you,
Instead of Guardian to your infant Nephew,
You first had rebel been, and then usurper.
The power you have our nobles think unfate;
Therefore the Council will not chuse you Regent.

COUNT CILLEY.
They shall by force elect me, if not peaceably;
The army shall control them in my favour.

ZILUGO.
Only that army, which you hither brought.
Ulrick! you now confess, what all suspected,
That here your troops were station'd with design
Most hostile to this State; we knew, your purpose
Was not to grace the nuptials of your Niece,
Though that was your pretence to gain them entrance:
Yet, as 'twas rumour'd, that the unnumber'd host,
Which Mahomet led, was marching to Belgrade,
Its gates were open'd to receive your forces,
Unquestion'd your designs.

COUNT CILLEY.
And who should question them?
Am I, a German Prince, and Austria's Regent,
To move without due state, lest you should frown?

ZILUGO.
Conceal'd ambition lures you to a plan,
In which success will prove most fatal to you.
I know your valour; but in Europe's wars
However skill'd, in Asiatic modes
Of wily fight, or fierce terrific onset,
Your courage and your conduct are untry'd.
Your first essay, in this extreme of danger,
Cannot be made. We must give battle soon,
Or else by famine perish. I am your friend—

COUNT CILLEY.
Let me but find you so. Such vast returns—

ZILUGO.
Mistake me not: I am your friend who warns you
To shun dishonour's gulph, which yawns beneath
The mouldering precipice, whose brink you tread
With such temerity. Mark, that I speak not,
Solely, to save your honour; but to avoid
Intestine war, to you, to us, unsafe;
To avoid disgrace and ruin, chains and slavery,
Which, if you lead our troops, must be our fate.
Then be advis'd—

Enter Heralds.
FIRST HERALD.
Impatient to gain entrance,
The Turks declare they come with terms of honour,
Though, our fleet burnt, they might as victors come;
And that, provided the Hungarians
Aid not the Servian Prince, and instant give
Agmunda for a bride to Mahomet,
With thirty thousand ducats yearly tribute,
The Sultan will consent to raise the siege;
But if refus'd, Belgrade he means to storm.

ZILUGO.
I fear some craft. The Council now is met:
These terms, unlook'd for, shall be laid before them.
May Heaven direct their choice! Admit the embassy!
Exit Heralds.
Your Austrian troops, my Lord! in serried files,
So guard this palace, and the eastern gate,
We need not fear their numbers should surprise us.

COUNT CILLEY.
It will be well, if their best services
Can make me less suspected by Zilugo.

ZILUGO.
My Lord! will you with me the Council join?
There your advice, as Uncle to the Princess,
With due respect and deference will meet.

SCENE THIRD.

CORVINUS, COUNT CILLEY, THE GOVERNOR MICHAEL ZILUGO.
CORVINUS.
(In complete armour: his casque gold, the crest a raven, a large plume of black feathers waving over it. Speaking to an Officer as he enters.)
Campestran is not here. In his own chapel,
Or in the council-hall, Ernesto! seek him.
Zilugo! will the Council grant my prayer,
Empower me to avenge, or save my Father?

COUNT CILLEY.
We mourn his fate, but must avoid to share it.

CORVINUS.
Matchless ingratitude! Desert Huniades!
So oft his Country's tutelary God?
Is this the last, brave battle he shall fight?

ZILUGO.
My Lord! the Council is but just assembled;
Hope in their justice for your Father's rescue.
Corvinus, have you heard the Turkish embassy?

CORVINUS.
With grief, with indignation, I have heard it;
Peace on such terms makes us the slaves of Mahomet.
The giddy people think it of advantage,
And joyful shout “Our Princess will redeem us.”
A Turkish marriage is most vile disgrace.
We will not tamely wear the chains of Mahomet;
This shameful union never shall take place.

COUNT CILLEY.
Speech so peremptory becomes you not,
Young Lord! I think compliance will be prudent.

CORVINUS.
Heavens! to this spoiler would you give the Princess?
His sword yet reeks with his Sultana's blood ,
Wantonly slain, by his own hand, to shew
His whole, astonish'd court, he could in cruelty
Exceed whatever monster yet debas'd
The nature, or disgrac'd the name of man.
Hence let us drive this fierce, imperial ruffian,
Or nobly perish in the just attempt.
Let him the city storm; it shall be sav'd,
Or I will perish in its last intrenchment;
Leave him of my defeat a sad memorial,
A trophy, which shall make my victor mourn.

COUNT CILLEY
(very sarcastically).
For tilts and tournaments, vain-glorious stripling!
Save idle gallantry.

CORVINUS.
Injurious Prince!
That stripling's sword has gain'd a coat of mail,
Which malice cannot pierce. My past success
Warrants my present hopes.

COUNT CILLEY
(going out).
Think not to risk
Belgrade, and slaughter thousands at thy will.
Exit Count Cilley.

SCENE FOURTH.

CORVINUS, THE GOVERNOR MICHAEL ZILUGO.
ZILUGO.
Ulrick's ambition plans to seize the crown;
But thou wilt guard it for its trembling master.

CORVINUS.
May Heaven forsake me, when I him forsake.
Bred up my foe, yet still he is my King:
And could ambition warp my sworn allegiance,
A panoply invulnerable guards him,
Which courage, or which honour ne'er assails;
Namely—his helpless state,—sacred to me
As sainted shrines, nor dare I to invade it.

ZILUGO.
O more than monarch, princely-minded youth!
Worthy to mount that throne thy temperance shuns.
More glorious thus to guard a crown than wear it.
The spirit of Huniades lives in thee,
O Son, most worthy of thy godlike Father!
Thou know'st my heart; say how I best may serve thee.

CORVINUS.
Haste, join the assembled Council, and oppose
With all your influence this hated marriage.
Speak my great Father's claim to ev'ry aid,
E'en to the last, brave man the State can raise:
Speak for a friend, a patriot, and a Son,
With all a friend's, a Son's, a patriot's, zeal.
But should'st thou fail in these, protract the council;
A moment now is worth an age hereafter.

ZILUGO.
I to the Council will prefer your suit.
(To Campestran as he enters.)
Campestran comes. Hail, saintly warrior!
Advise, assist us, in this hour of fate,
To save a Throne, a Kingdom, and a Friend.

(Zilugo goes out.)

SCENE FIFTH.

CAMPESTRAN, CORVINUS.
CORVINUS.
Good father! hast thou heard the Sultan's embassy,
His arrogant demands?

CAMPESTRAN.
I have, my son!
Ernesto found me in the council-hall,
Where Ulrick now harangues in praise of peace.

CORVINUS
(with great eagerness).
Our warriors surely execrate the terms;
Nor will ignobly sacrifice Agmunda
To this barbarian.

CAMPESTRAN.
A general panic
Has, like some sudden pestilence, unstrung
Each heart: the icy poison of dismay
Freezes the life-blood of their vaunted courage.
Though murmuring, all consent to purchase peace,
To yield the Princess, and to pay the tribute.

CORVINUS.
Curse on the unmanly spirits which desert her!
We shall be chronicled to future times
For traitors, cowards, to devote a Princess
To slavery, nay to death, to ransom Us
Only from sharing in the chance of war.
Our fortune ebbs, but is not desperate yet;
Even then, our lives with loss of honour bought,
Were purchas'd at a price beyond their worth.
Then let us save her, and prevent our shame.
O father!— (pauses much agitated).


CAMPESTRAN.
Why dejected dost thou pant,
Like timorous fawn caught in the snarer's toils?
I know thee not; thou art so fallen and spiritless.
What trouble thus unnerves thee? Rouse, Corvinus!
Collect thy thoughts. Support thy present woes
With the same equal mind, and dauntless courage,
Thou at an army's head repell'st thy enemy.
Thy grief, though just, should not disarm thy mind.
Recall thy godlike energy of soul;
Reflect on thy own fame; respect thyself.
Can courage aid us, or can wisdom save?
In every exigence they still were thine.
Oft has thy valour sav'd the doubtful field.
And oft thy counsel has inform'd the wise.
If aught can now be done, thou canst achieve it;
Thy arm our bulwark, and thy mind our helm.

CORVINUS.

CAMPESTRAN.
Where glory leads, my troops, thou may'st command:
They are not veterans; but zeal supplies
Experience. Wait not the Council's orders;
Lead forth my troops. I by thy side will fight,
Conquer, or die.

CORVINUS.
Dost thou dislike this marriage?

CAMPESTRAN.
Yes; as a man, and Christian. Canst thou think,
I left my blest retreat, my holy brethren,
Hither to come to place a helpless lamb
Upon the altar, for the cruel Turk
To immolate, beneath the olive branch
Of peace, held forth in treachery to blind us?
Does the Crusade I preach admit such peace;
Or our religion hold such nuptials holy?
What is thy aim? If in thy self-desertion,
Thou canst a purpose form, give me to know it.

CORVINUS.
Oh! canst thou not divine from looks my wishes,
Learn, from the throbbings of my heart, my hopes,
And from these tears of anguish, that despair
Which blasts them all? Wert thou but skill'd to read
My inmost soul—Let me not give it speech,
Unless thou, father! kindly wilt recall
Thy youthful ardour, ere the cloyster's gloom
Chasten'd thy thoughts to dwell on Heaven alone.
Love once—

CAMPESTRAN.
Besits this time a lover's tale?
When Ulrick plots against thy fame and life,
When peace, alike impolitic and shameful,
Thy country threats with everlasting chains?

CORVINUS.
To avert that peace one way alone remains,
If you consent.

CAMPESTRAN.
Speak but the means.

CORVINUS.
Ah! wilt thou?

(falters.)
CAMPESTRAN.
Why falter thus? Declare; what can I do
To avert this shameful peace?

CORVINUS.
Persuade the Princess
To accept my vows—unite us instantly,
And supersede this most unchristian sacrifice.

CAMPESTRAN.
'Tis the sure means to avoid this fatal peace.
Hast thou a hope she will consent to this?
Betroth'd to Servia's Prince, who would be here
To claim her hand, but for the Sultan's army;
A part of which invades the Servian frontiers,
Whilst he, in person, storms Belgrade.

CORVINUS.
Once, highly
Was I esteem'd. The fair Agmunda gave
Consent, that to my Father I should tell
My love. State-policy, usurping tyrant
Over domestic bliss, destroy'd my hopes;
The Regent heard my suit, but not the Parent.
Parental love Agmunda's rigid Guardian
Now first forgot: he sent me from Belgrade.
The Princess, by my Father's firmness aw'd,
(Her ductile mind won by delusive reasons)
Promis'd—Oh horrour! by a solemn Oath,
Never to wed but with his full consent;
And should he die, ere yet the nuptial torch
For her was lighted, ne'er to wed his Son.

CAMPESTRAN.
Oh most unjust! an oath like this to exact
Her tyrant Uncle better had become
Than our brave Chief; nor ought she to have sworn it.
Surely thy rank, thy fame, merits her hand.

CORVINUS.
Then, good Campestran! thou wilt plead my cause?

CAMPESTRAN.
Plead for thyself; and with a lover's haste.

CORVINUS.
How shall I gain admission to her presence?
She will not see me since her fatal oath.
Though you consent, I have a thousand fears,
Perhaps she'll scorn me, will not let me save her;
Her hand is to another lover promis'd.

CAMPESTRAN.
This marriage with the Turk she must abhor.
From his detested nuptials you redeem her,
When all desert her, Uncle, Nobles, People.
Plead this, and speak the hazard, which your love
For her encounters.

CORVINUS.
Should my generosity
Appear beyond my love, I meet repulse.
Great souls from obligations nobly fly.
She must be won, ere she has time to think
Herself oblig'd.

CAMPESTRAN.
Take courage, son! her love
You merit. In my chapel dormitory,
Behind the altar of the palace church,
I'll wait your coming, and there join your hands.
Then will I gird you with that blessed Sword,
There plac'd in trust upon that sacred altar:
That Sword which Ulrick has in vain demanded.
Farewell. An old man's half prophetic zeal
Foretells a cause so just will meet success.

CORVINUS.
Transporting thought, Agmunda for my bride!
Grant me to save my Father and my Country,
And make the measure of my bliss complete.

Exeunt separately.