SCENE III. But how now! What is this? Oh, but to stand Seven days afterwards-the same apartment-Ida re- Ah! what a stirring sight! Yonder is Philip, clines on a couch. The name of Ida Kronberg will go down Enter BERTHA, and COUNT FABIAN. Bertha. Ha! traitor, did he say? Believe me The tumult of the hour hath mazed his brain- Heaven knows if we shall take those sports again! Fab. I murmured when I heard my good lord's orders, For he most strangely worded his command. - Bertha. I told you, Count, my uncle's brain is mazed. He does not mean that she and I are traitors. Ida. [aside.] Oh, most unkind, to still believe me The very walls, and this small tower gives nought traitor To shut his heart in such a time as this! - But 't is not meet Count Fabian see me weep - [They go Save quiet fields, and the green, waving tree-tops! Bertha. Yet, yet again! these sounds might wake the dead! Fab. To those cooped up, the strife is more appal- into the inner room. Than in the open air, amid the contest. Fab. She's a noble lady! I'd sooner die than she should be his prisoner; [A loud clamour of assault and defence is The inner walls are taken! The foe hath got an entrance! hence with me He is, thank God! [to Fabian.] Take thou thy men, and on the turret stair Join Segbert; he hath orders for the rest. [They all go out. SCENE IV. A small room in the upper tower. Enter the LORD OF KRONBERG, COUNT NICHOLAS and SEGBERT. Seg. My lord, the foe hath got entire possession! Why left you it unguarded? Curse on ye all! Good, my lord, You did declare a force of twenty men And but that 't is an hour we may not spare fifty years I've been your soldier, And never was dishonoured till this hour! Nich. Nay, my good lord of Kronberg, 't is unjust, Shame on myself!-I am a veteran soldier My Lord Kronberg, Will see them die of famine, ere I yield it! Ye are a herd of robbers, seeking outrage! Ay, lord it, Philip! And thou shalt find thine equals, that thou shalt ! Phil. I'll strike thee down if thou defy me farther. Stand back and hear me speak! Mother S. We will not hear thee! Thou'dst be a tyrant - be another Kronberg! [They make a fresh attempt to carry off their spoil; the soldiers oppose them; a violent contest ensues, and many are wounded. Mother S. [aside.] Let us appear to yield. There is a force Outside will take our part! We'll have revenge! Man. Give us free egress, Philip, and we'll yield! Phil. [aside.] Curse on them, with their everlasting Philip! Soldiers, give place, and see that all go hence; And yet go empty-handed! [He withdraws into an inner room. Many voices. Hang him! we'll have a reckoning with him yet! Woman. [taking a body] My son, my son! he's dead! Soldiers. Out with ye! Out! [The people are forced out, uttering threats and curses. Re-enter PHILIP. One enemy is crushed, or well nigh crushed, [They all go out. Cooped in a little tower, and scarce a hundred Meantime another rises, like the head "Tis the strong arm must crush them as they rise; Wherefore the great must keep the low subjected. Enter GASTON. Gast. Dost fold thine arms as thou might'st take thine ease? Thou art not lord of this dominion yet! Phil. Speak plain, what is thy meaning? Gast. The rude concourse, Whom thou hast driven from the gates e'en now, Strengthened with a gigantic force, return, And claim access, mad with some fancied wrong. Thou art no longer noble, gracious Philip;" But "tyrant," "bloody and injurious tyrant!" Phil. I'll cut them into mouthfuls for the dogs! Gast. Thou madman! These are they who gave thee power! Phil. Wouldst give the fair reward of seven days' strife To them for plunder? Gast. Give them for plunder those Who have adhered to Kronberg- not a few; And all rich merchants who as princes lived,— Fear not but they will fight like angry eagles For their nest-eggs; thus wilt thou arm thy foes Against each other, and be rid of bothThe merchants' names are here, their houses marked. Phil. A goodly list! and only pity 't is To give from our own hands such noble spoil. Gast. There are a thousand ways to get it back! Phil. An excellent friend! Thou hast untired resources! 1st Sol. Soldiers and all? Allend. Ay, every one of them! But what of that? The dungeon only knows What wrongs are done within its dreary walls! 1st Sol. Ay, ay, these things may all be right and proper, But they do chill the blood within one's veins ;- And, easy-conscienced, could cut down a hundred; To stab i' the dark; and put the subtle poison As a blood-thirsty tyrant, worse than Kronberg! 4th Sol. If it be so. I will return on th' morrow To my first soldier-oath! 2d Sol. And so will I? Attend. Tush, tush! you all are fools! 2d Attend. [running in.] All, all give place,Here come the lords o' th' night; Enter men, bearing dishes. Now to your boards! This is the topmost table, and my lord Hath ordered every man his belly full. This is above the salt- all ye must lower, The burghers clamour at the gates for help SCENE II. A small room of the upper tower-the Lord of Kron berg alone. Lord of K. When great misfortune threats a noble house, "Tis a great sacrifice that must be made Phil. Damnation on them! Bid the burghers fight For its retrieve and 't is the part of greatness For their own hearths and homes! Officer. I will, my lord! Gast. [taking up a cup.] Drink to the universal sentiment Long life, and long success unto Duke Philip! Enter the old LORD OF MAINE. Lord of M. Sitt'st thou, my son, thus banqueting at ease Misfortune to defy by nobly yielding! It were a lie the blood that warms his veins When blood is pouring like an undammed river; Phil. One is dispatched even now will see to it. Lord of M. It is thy cause, my son! Up, arm All is one scene of tumult, blood, and frenzy - Enter IDA. My daughter, banish these dejected looks! Lord of K. Some harsh words I spoke to thee at parting, I rememberForgive thy father, Ida; he was wroth, More with the woe that pressed him, than with thee! Ida. Nay, ask not my forgiveness! Lord of K. Thou, dear child, Sweet image of thy mother, the most true, Here for protection. They demand your presence- The patientest, the fairest of all women -The city is on fire in every quarter! marriage, Which I refused; thence rose this civil contest. One that was as a proverb and a jest A needy lord, that in a threadbare jerkin Came as a wooer! And now that he has gained Ida. Because he hath laid waste this wretched land; Hath shown himself a fierce, revengeful man, And is thy deadly, cruel enemy! I'd curse thee, Ida, with my bitterest curse. The time is past gone for ever when I loved him! My gracious father, hear. I cast him forth from my sincerest heart Lord of K. Ida. Father, if I have ever warmed thy heart - Thou lovedst that most beggarly, vile man! Then consent "T is a small thing thy father asks of thee His power, dearer than his life's-blood, is in thy hands! Ida. Oh, not to wed him, father! And here she dwelt! Here passed her beautiful life! Breathes through the room! Ambition, hate, and Lord of K. I would retain my power by winning Have here no entrance: did I then believe That hate had conquered love, and hot ambition |