Bondage, rather!

You would drive freedom from the last stronghold That yet remains for her upon the earth.

The people know their own true interests better: Their simple natures are not warped by show, But round your head a tangling net is wound.

RUDENZ.

Bertha, you hate me--you despise me!

BERTHA.

Nay! And if I did, "twere better for my peace.

But to see him despised and despicable,-- The man whom one might love.

RUDENZ.

Oh, Bertha! You Show me the pinnacle of heavenly bliss, Then, in a moment, hurl me to despair!

BERTHA.

No, no! the n.o.ble is not all extinct Within you. It but slumbers,--I will rouse it.

It must have cost you many a fiery struggle To crush the virtues of your race within you.

But, heaven be praised, "tis mightier than yourself, And you are n.o.ble 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! How can I hope to win you--to possess you, If I take arms against the emperor?

Will not your potent kinsman interpose, To dictate the disposal of your hand?

BERTHA.

All my estates lie in the Forest Cantons; And I am free, when Switzerland is free.

RUDENZ.

Oh! what a prospect, Bertha, hast thou shown me!

BERTHA.

Hope not to win my hand by Austria"s favor; Fain would they lay their grasp on my estates, To swell the vast domains which now they hold.

The selfsame l.u.s.t of conquest that would rob You of your liberty endangers mine.

Oh, friend, I"m marked for sacrifice;--to be The guerdon of some parasite, perchance!

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?

Oh, Bertha, all the yearnings of my soul For this great world and its tumultuous strife, What were they, but a yearning after thee?

In glory"s path I sought for thee alone And all my thirst of fame was only love.

But if in this calm vale thou canst abide With me, and bid earth"s pomps and pride adieu, Then is the goal of my ambition won; And the rough tide of the tempestuous world May dash and rave around these firm-set hills!

No wandering wishes more have I to send Forth to the busy scene that stirs beyond.

Then may these rocks that girdle us extend Their giants walls impenetrably round, And this sequestered happy vale alone Look up to heaven, and be my paradise!

BERTHA.

Now art thou all my fancy dreamed of thee.

My trust has not been given to thee in vain.

RUDENZ.

Away, ye idle phantoms of my folly!

In mine own home I"ll find my happiness.

Here where the gladsome boy to manhood grew, Where every brook, and tree, and mountain peak, Teems with remembrances of happy hours, In mine own native land thou wilt be mine.

Ah, I have ever loved it well, I feel How poor without it were all earthly joys.

BERTHA.

Where should we look for happiness on earth, If not in this dear land of innocence?

Here, where old truth hath its familiar home, Where fraud and guile are strangers, envy ne"er Shall dim the sparkling fountain of our bliss, And ever bright the hours shall o"er us glide.

There do I see thee, in true manly worth, The foremost of the free and of thy peers, Revered with homage pure and unconstrained, Wielding a power that kings might envy thee.

RUDENZ.

And thee I see, thy s.e.x"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. Ah! what had been my fate, Had I been forced to follow some proud lord, Some ruthless despot, to his gloomy castle!

Here are no castles, here no bastioned walls Divide me from a people I can bless.

RUDENZ.

Yet, how to free myself; to loose the coils Which I have madly twined around my head?

BERTHA.

Tear them asunder with a man"s resolve.

Whatever the event, stand by the people.

It is thy post by birth.

[Hunting horns are heard in the distance.

But bark! The chase!

Farewell,--"tis needful we should part--away!

Fight for thy land; thou lightest for thy love.

One foe fills all our souls with dread; the blow That makes one free emanc.i.p.ates us all.

[Exeunt severally.

SCENE III.

A meadow near Altdorf. Trees in the foreground. At the back of the stage a cap upon a pole. The prospect is bounded by the Bannberg, which is surmounted by a snow-capped mountain.

FRIESSHARDT and LEUTHOLD on guard.

FRIESSHARDT.