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As long as there's one faith-one. God-one heart,
Duke (alone.) It chafes my blood! Is Germany so sunk,
How goes it, Henry?
Duke. Aha! the Lion then hath come among them
Duke (ironically.) The Emperor to the Duke!
[Sees Eckbert standing aloof, and conscious.
[Eckbert falls on his knees.
[Duke casts on him a contemptuous glance, and exit.
Henry of L. Rise, Eckbert, man thyself!
Eckbert (slowly rising.) No, never more!
[Exit. The next scene is one which might Poet has made him, we leave Guelf well tax to the uttermost the poet's and Ghibelline historians to settlebeenergy of language, and discrimina- tween them; few situations, however, tion of character,-being the cele can be imagined more intensely drabrated one in which the Emperor matic than the head of the Germanic Frederick Barbarossa, yielding to a empire prostrate before the omnipomomentary impulse-somewhat pu- tence of valour and talent in the persillanimous, it must be confessed, as son of his own vassal. Mutual relawell as selfish-kneels to implore the tionship, and former obligations, enaid of his inflexible cousin in his hance the interest, and these are thus Italian campaign. Whether Henry alluded to in a soliloquy by the Emwas as justifiable in refusing as the peror, in his kinsman's ancestral hall.
Fred. 'Tis the first time I've met him, since his blood
To save him ?-Calumny! I'll not believe it.
[Walks up and down the hall.
Enter the Duke.
Duke. Thou’rt welcome, too, in Brunswick-from my heart
Fred. The Emperor!-Lay aside that pompous title-
Duke. Shall I then call thee Frederick?
Fred. 'Tis a harsh word !
'Tis not my fault if in ye
Duke (coldly unmoved.) By secret machinations gain the ear
Ye traduce me, Henry!
Fred. There's reason in thine anger. I confess
Duke. Not thy right hand-a Guelf must have the left-
'Twas the imperial right Gave thee Bavaria ! -
Duke (holding up his right hand.) In the Tiber's flood
Fred. (embracing him.) We're reconciled !--my confidence shall be
Duke (after a pause.) It gives me pain that in this my home
The dialogue is continued with re of his expatriation to the arts of his newed asperity, Henry, not unnatu secret foes; and when Frederick, in rally, declining to leave his German all the agony of real supplication, sets possessions so soon again to the open forth the necessity of the case, and violence of his enemies, and ques- the honour of the empire which hangs tionable protection of his cousin; and on the Lion's consent, the latter tendering in lieu of personal service turns upon him with the picture of his contingent in arms and gold; his own perilous position, the unsetwhile, on the other hand, the Empe- tled state of his possessions, and the ror feels, and bitterly expresses, how precarious faith of his vassals; for all inadequate are such succours to sup- which untoward circumstances he ply his imminent need of so renown has, he observes, the Emperor himed a warrior.
self to thank. Henry persists in ascribing the idea
Fred. Is not the Emperor surety for thy lands?
Duke. I'm wont to be mine own,—but now I think on't,
Fred. What mean ye?
fair lands ;-but confidenee will have
Fred. By Heaven, ask somewhat greater,-since the less
Cousin Emperor !
Duke (firmly.) Goslar!
No! it cannot be!
In making thee my foe? Pope Alexander
Duke proudly.) I'll defend thee!
Fred. Whither doth rage transport thee? Henry, listen
[Duke shakes his head.
(He rushes out.
The power of this scene, as true to history as to nature, must, we think, be acknowledged by every one.
The next act transports us, with an his approaching outlawry-as his almost Shakspearian license as to well-known pride affords little chance time and distance, to an antechamber of his appearing to plead in personin the imperial fortress of Goslar, while the wrath of the Emperor, exwithin which the Diet is assembling, asperated almost to frenzy by his rebefore whose tribunal Henry the Lion cent humiliation before Pope Alexhas been twice before summoned in ander, is ready to fall with unmitigavain. The old enemies of the Duke ted severity on the head of his reare engaged in busily speculating on fractory vassal. During these mali
cious anticipations, a first and second nocence of the base accusations which trumpet blast are heard, the effect of are about to be brought forward which, as connected with the awful against him by the Archbishop of fiat of the assembled empire, must, Cologne, and the unwilling but now in representation, be very effective. inextricable victim of his seductions A third solemn summons is alike dis- -Eckbert of Wolfenbuttel. The regarded by the absent Henry, strong wretch thus writhes under the sense in his own tried prowess, and his in of utter unworthiness.
Enter Philip of COLOGNE—unwillingly followed by ECKBERT.
Ph. Why dost thou tremble thus ? Must force be used
Wouldst have me go
me his esteem, by God in Heaven,
Ph. No more of this-you've but to shew the papers
Eck. Not all your sacraments or absolutions,
Otto of Wittelsbach soon after rushes in, constrained by indignation to quit the Dietmshame for his country combining with regard for Henry, to make him disclaim such manifest injustice. He is met by the brave Tedel of Walmsden, fresh from Brunswick, where he says his master is tranquilly abiding the result, trusting his cause to his well-earned and spotless fame.
Otto. His fame! 'tis melting fast before their blows,
To break those teeth whose sharpness he hath proved! Eckbert the traitor here rushes pale and staggering from the hall. Tedel is in the act of calling him to account for his appearance there, when the lords enter and announce the ban of the empire upon Henry, and the forfeiture and partition of his lands—of which Bavaria has, in his absence, been assigned to Otto. On being told that this iniquitous sentence is consequent on the testimony of Eckbert, Tedel, regardless of all opposition, draws his sword upon him. The Princes exclaim
Here, in the Emperor's hall!
Before the altar
Eck. Outrage! Ye hear him, lords ! Methinks ye call'd it
And so it is