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I've closed mine eyes that they might not behold them, Bade my rebellious, swelling heart be still, And pent its struggles down within my breast. But to be silent longer were to be A traitor to my king and country both. Oh, heavens! you but exasperate his rage! RUDENZ. My people I forsook, renounced my kindred Broke all the ties of nature that I might Attach myself to you.

RUDENZ. And thee I see, thy sex's crowning gem, With thy sweet woman grace and wakeful love, Building a heaven for me within my home, And, as the springtime scatters forth her flowers, Adorning with thy charms my path of life, And spreading joy and sunshine all around. BERTHA. And this it was, dear friend, that caused my grief, To see thee blast this life's supremest bliss, With thine own hand.

They'll drag me hence to the imperial court That hateful haunt of falsehood and intrigue; There do detested marriage bonds await me. Love, love alone, your love can rescue me. RUDENZ. And thou could'st be content, love, to live here, In my own native land to be my own?

We purchase liberty More cheaply far than bondage. RUDENZ. What can we, A shepherd race, against great Albert's hosts? ATTINGHAUSEN. Learn, foolish boy, to know this shepherd race! I know them, I have led them on in fight I saw them in the battle at Favenz. Austria will try, forsooth, to force on us A yoke we are determined not to bear! Oh, learn to feel from what a race thou'rt sprung!

She loves you! Well, oh well, has she deserved That all should rush to arms in her behalf. STAUFFACHER. What course do you propose? RUDENZ. Alas! I know not. In the dark mystery that shrouds her fate, In the dread agony of this suspense, Where I can grasp at naught of certainty, One single ray of comfort beams upon me.

So without a thought, We risked the worst, and rushed into the flames. FURST. But is she saved? MELCHTHAL. She is. Rudenz and I Bore her between us from the blazing pile, With crashing timbers toppling all around.

She is held out before thee as a lure; But never meant for innocence like thine. RUDENZ. No more; I've heard enough. So fare you well. ATTINGHAUSEN. Stay, Uly! Stay! Rash boy, he's gone! I can Nor hold him back, nor save him from destruction. And so the Wolfshot has deserted us; Others will follow his example soon.

But, heaven be praised, 'tis mightier than yourself, And you are noble in your own despite! RUDENZ. You trust me, then? Oh, Bertha, with thy love What might I not become? BERTHA. Be only that For which your own high nature destined you. Fill the position you were born to fill; Stand by your people and your native land. And battle for your sacred rights! RUDENZ. Alas!

The BARON, a gray-headed man, eighty-five years old, tall, and of a commanding mien, clad in a furred pelisse, and leaning on a staff tipped with chamois horn. KUONI and six hinds standing round him, with rakes and scythes. ULRICH OF RUDENZ enters in the costume of a knight. RUDENZ. Uncle, I'm here! Your will?

A heart like his That sees and owns its error claims our trust. MELCHTHAL. You ever held the peasantry in scorn; What surety have we that you mean us fair? RUDENZ. Oh, think not of the error of my youth! Be one! They were our father's latest words. See they be not forgotten! Take my hand, A peasant's hand, and with it, noble Sir, The gage and the assurance of a man!