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. GLYCINE, Orphan Daughter of CHEF RAGOZZI. 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 sup posed 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 By choice no less than birth, I gladly use The good strength nature gave me. Gly. Is built as if an eagle or a raven Sar. That last cottage So many are The sufferings which no human aid can reach, To heal the few we can. Well let us rest. [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 Lingered, or seemed at least to linger on it. Gly. And what if even now, on that same ridge, To a numerous cavalcade, and spurring foremost, From his high embassy? Sar. Thou hast hit my thought! All the long day, from yester-morn to evening, To discontent us.--Were he come, then should I Gly. But our best sports belike, and gay processions 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 Would put them all in eclipse. This sweet retirement. Did but command, what I had else entreated. Gly. And yet had I been born Lady Sarolta, Been wedded to the noblest of the realm, So beautiful besides, and yet so stately Sar. Hush! innocent flatterer! Gly. Nay to my poor fancy The royal court would seem an earthly heaven, Well! but this broil that scared you from the dance? And was not Laska there: he, your betrothed? Gly. Yes, madam! he was there. So was the maypole. 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. Gly. Oh, yes! It is a wife's chief duty, madam! But I shall tremble. For Sar. Not with fear, I think, you still mock him. Bring a seat from the cottage. [Exit Glycine into the cottage, Sarolta continues her speech Something above thy rank there hangs about thee, A fine and feminine grace, that makes me feel [angry voices and clamor within. Re-enter Glycine. Gly. Oh, madam! there's a party of your servants, And in mere spite and malice, now they charge him Pray don't believe them, madam! This way! This way! Sar. Be calm, Glycine. [calling without Enter Laska and Servants with Old Bathory. Las. (to Bathory.) We have no concern with you! What needs your presence? O. Bath. 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? Sar. [Laska and servants bow to Lady Sarolta. Laska! What may this mean? |