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Seemed pointing at my feet. Provident Heaven!
perishes, Led out beyond the palace. Well I knew itBut Andreas framed it not! 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, (Fateful conjunction of malignant planets) Shall shoot their blastments on the land. The fathers Henceforth shall have no joy in their young men And when they cry : Lo ! a male child is born! The mother shall make answer with a groan. For bloody usurpation, like a vulture, Shall clog its beak within Illyria's heart.
Remorseless slaves of a remorseless tyrant,
Poor friendless fugitive! with mother's wailing,
Old BATHORY, a Mountaineer.
son of Old BATHORY.
Between the flight of the Queen, and the civil war which imUSURPATION ENDED; OR, SHE
mediately followed, and in which Emerick remained the victor, a space of twenty years is supposed to have elapsed.
Scene I.---A Mountainous country. Bathory's
dwelling at the end of the stage.
Enter Lady Sarolta and Glycine.
Sar. What, tired, Glycine ?
That last cottage
So many are
Well ! let us rest.
Sar. Here! For on this spot Lord Casimir Took his last leave. On yonder mountain-ridge I lost the misty image which so long