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Enter another Confederate.

What tidings from Temeswar?

2d Con.

With one voice

Th' assembled chieftains have deposed the tyrant;

He is proclaimed the public enemy,

And the protection of the law withdrawn.

1st Con. Just doom for him, who governs without law! Is it known on whom the sov'reignty will fall?

2d Con. Nothing is yet decided: but report Points to Lord Casimir. The grateful memory Of his renowned father

Enter Sarolta.

Hail to Sarolta!

Sar. Confederate friends! I bring to you a joy
Worthy your noble cause! Kiuprili lives,
And from his obscure exile hath returned

To bless our country. More and greater tidings
Might I disclose; but that a woman's voice

Would mar the wondrous tale. Wait we for him,
The partner of the glory-Raab Kiuprili;

For he alone is worthy to announce it.

[Shouts of "Kiuprili, Kiuprili," and "The Tyrant's fallen," without. Enter Kiuprili, Casimir, Rudolph, Bathory, and Attendants.

R. Kiu. Spare yet your joy, my friends! A higher waits you : Behold, your Queen!

Enter Zapolya and Andreas royally attired with Glycine. Comes she from heaven to bless us?

Con.

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To the heavenly powers pay we our duty first;
Who not alone preserved thee, but for thee

And for our country, the one precious branch

Of Andreas' royal house. O countrymen,

Behold your King! And thank our country's genius,

That the same means which have preserved our sovereign
Have likewise reared him worthier of the throne

By virtue than by birth. The undoubted proofs

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Pledged by his royal mother, and this old man,
(Whose name henceforth be dear to all Illyrians)
We haste to lay before the assembled council.

All. Hail, Andreas! Hail, Illyria's rightful king! And. Supported thus, O friends! 'twere cowardice Unworthy of a royal birth, to shrink

From the appointed charge. Yet, while we wait
The awful sanction of convened Illyria,

In this brief while, O let me feel myself

The child, the friend, the debtor !-Heroic mother!
But what can breath add to that sacred name?
Kiuprili! gift of Providence, to teach us
That loyalty is but the public form

Of the sublimest friendship, let my youth
Climb round thee, as the vine around its elm ;
Thou my support and I thy faithful fruitage.
My heart is full, and these poor words express not,
They are but an art to check its overswelling.
Bathory shrink not from my filial arms!

Now, and from henceforth thou shalt not forbid me
To call thee father! And dare I forget

The powerful intercession of thy virtue,
Lady Sarolta! Still acknowledge me
Thy faithful soldier!-But what invocation
Shall my full soul address to thee, Glycine?

Thou sword that leap'dst forth from a bed of roses,—
Thou falcon-hearted dove !

Zap.

Hear that from me, son!

For ere she lived, her father saved thy life,

Thine, and thy fugitive mother's!

Chef Ragozzi!

Cas.
O shame upon my head! I would have given her
To a base slave!

Zap.

Heaven overruled thy purpose,

And sent an angel to thy house to guard her!

Thou precious bark! freighted with all our treasures!

The sports of tempests, and yet ne'er the victim,

How many may claim salvage in thee!

Take her, son!

A queen that brings with her a richer dowry
Than orient kings can give!

Sar.
A banquet waits
On this auspicious day, for some few hours
I claim to be your hostess. Scenes so awful
With flashing light, force wisdom on us all!
E'en women at the distaff hence may see,
That bad men may rebel, but ne'er be free;
May whisper, when the waves of faction foam,
None love their country, but who love their home;
Nor freedom can with those alone abide,
Who wear the golden chain, with honest pride,
Of love and duty, at their own fire-side :
While mad ambition ever doth caress
Its own sure fate, in its own restlessness!

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THE PICCOLOMINI,

OR, THE FIRST PART OF WALLENSTEIN.

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