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As long as there's one faith-one. God-one heart,
And in that heart one staunch integrity,
Be our simplicity its guard !-Go, shake
From off thy feet our country's dust-begone! (Exit Etico.

Duke (alone.) It chafes my blood! Is Germany so sunk,
That strangers taunt us thus ?

How goes it, Henry?
Henry. Saxony's rid of all imperialists.
Each fort displays thy banner. Oversight
The past is styled, and a decree gone forth
For swift evacuation of thy lands.

Duke. Aha! the Lion then hath come among them
More swiftly than they look'd for.

In person hath alighted at thy gates.
He waits thy coming in the hall, no doubt
To make up all.

Duke (ironically.) The Emperor to the Duke!
Unwonted grace!-
Ah! Eckbert! art thou there?

[Sees Eckbert standing aloof, and conscious.
I've miss'd thee long. Since we were brother-pilgrims
I've never seen thy face. Yet had I much
To say to thee !Was it not thou that spread
Through Germany the rumour of my death?
Eckbert, I've trusted thee, ev'n with my life.
Why wert thou then my death's glad harbinger?

[Eckbert falls on his knees.
Which of us, Eckbert, then most truly died ?

[Duke casts on him a contemptuous glance, and exit.
Eckbert. He's gone! O never more I'll see his face.
Would that the earth could hide me from myself!

Henry of L. Rise, Eckbert, man thyself!

Eckbert (slowly rising.) No, never more!
Cursed be their gold, the purchase of my soul!

[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
Redden'd for me the Tiber!- In these halls
Whose trophies echo me, methinks old times
Rise fresh before my soul! Here do I stand
Circled with foes, my ablest generals baffled,
Defeat and death impending: Glancing spears
Rise like a forest round, and bar escape ! -
While of mine own, there's none dares Death confront,
To keep him from me.--I've a kinsman here
(Could I but trust him) needs but shew himself
To force through ruin's self a glorious path,
And right and left, annihilate my foes !
Can he forsake his Emperor, who bled

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To save him ?-Calumny! I'll not believe it.
'Twas he firm fixed the crown upon mine head-
Is't likely he conspires to steal it thence ?

[Walks up and down the hall.
But have I recompensed him? Hath the Emperor
Dealt with him royally? Ah, no!-I even rejoiced
To learn his death!—Unhappy fate of kings,
Which severs hearts, and leaves no princely ties
Leisure to ripen—Thou'st been busy here,
Waking suspicion-whispering to the Emperor,
Henry's too great to stand beside thy throne !"

Enter the Duke.
Fred. God greet thee, cousin, on thy native shores.

Duke. Thou’rt welcome, too, in Brunswick-from my heart
This unexpected visit do I hail-
Would that the Emperor were alike sincere!

Fred. The Emperor!-Lay aside that pompous title-
We are alone.

Duke. Shall I then call thee Frederick?
'Tis well!mso may I enter my complaint
Against the Emperor to my coz.—By Heaven,
The Emperor hath ill-used me, cousin Frederick!

Fred. 'Tis a harsh word !

'Tis not my fault if in ye
Two rival natures strive-('tis of the Emperor
I speak)—his Hohenstaufen blood-
My race's ancient foe--prevail'd, and bade him,
When I was absent, practise on my vassals,
Make traitors of my garrisons, and plant
Austria's banner on my walls-aye, more,
Bade him by secret machinations
Emperor (angrily interrupting him.) Duke!

Duke (coldly unmoved.) By secret machinations gain the ear
Of my late uncle Guelf, and purchase from him
My rightful heritage, which to redeem
I ne'er had power—and why?–My stores were drain'd
By foreign wars, embark’d in to advance
That very Emperor's cause !-Oh! I have much
To urge against him to my cousin Frederick!
Fred. Duke Henry is unjust-

Unjust?-I'll ask
My cousin Fritz—to him I dare appeal ;
He's on the mother's side a Guelf, by Judith
My father's sister-Dearly do I prize
The blood that makes us one-l'm sure 'twill give it
Against the Emperor.

Ye traduce me, Henry!
Duke. Not thee !—I know that Frederick would have grieved
Had I in truth died in the Holy Land
The Emperor triumph’d-to his ear my death
Was music—and how readily he gave
The tidings credence-Saxony can tell !

Fred. There's reason in thine anger. I confess
Myself not blameless. I was wrong to lend
Mine ear thus lightly to an unvouch'd tale.
But let this frank acknowledgment disarm thee-
Give me thine hand, and be the past forgotten !

Duke. Not thy right hand-a Guelf must have the left-
'Tis straightest from the heart, and bids him think
Upon thy mother !

'Twas the imperial right Gave thee Bavaria ! -

Duke (holding up his right hand.) In the Tiber's flood
That debt was cancell’d. Cousin Fritz, methinks
Our two right hands are quits !-'Tis no reproach-
By Heaven, I mean thee well, and will believe
It was my foes that taught thy heart to think
Evil against me, and thine hand to do it!
I bear no grudge--I promise to forget it.

Fred. (embracing him.) We're reconciled !--my confidence shall be
Our new-born friendship’s pledge. Thou know'st, Lord Duke,
Proud Milan hath resisted still our sway,
And even defied our arms. We needs must therefore
Strengthen our hands in Italy. To thee
The Empire looks—The Lion's sword of old
Is known, its wounds are yet but lightly scarr'd.

Duke (after a pause.) It gives me pain that in this my home
I see thou'st need of me. Would that good will
Alone had led thee hither!

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,
I'll gladly trust thee, if thou'lt in return
Give me a pledge. I will go forth of Germany,
And set my lands once more upon a cast,--
If ye'll deliver me the key ye hold
Of Saxony ?

Fred. What mean ye?

Goslar! Frederick.
While 'tis another's, Saxony bis open
And fierce sedition's flame may spread from thence
To desolate the land. I know that Goslar
Lies near thy heart. 'Tis thine imperial stronghold,
Thy lances gleam there, in the very kernel

fair lands ;-but confidenee will have
Its fair equivalent. Yield me but Goslar,
Myself and all my power are then thine own!

Fred. By Heaven, ask somewhat greater,-since the less
Thou canst not have thou know'st not-

Cousin Emperor !
Ye dare not trust the Duke ;—then how should he,
Without an hostage, yield him?

Henry! crave
Aught else save

Duke (firmly.) Goslar!

No! it cannot be!
Impossible! What! shall I give up all
Because too much I've yielded? Who'll defend
The Emperor, should Lombardy succeed


In making thee my foe? Pope Alexander
Already tampers with thee.

Duke proudly.) I'll defend thee!
Henry the Guelf!-Dissembling Hohenstaufen!
Deeming me faithless thus, thou breakest faith
With thine own self, and with thy mother's blood,
Flowing in both our veins. Oh! Germany!
Renown'd in foreign lands for stainless truth,
Thine Emperor himself hath slander'd thee!

Fred. Whither doth rage transport thee? Henry, listen
To reason's voice. By Heaven, I mean thee fairly !
But Goslar,—Goslar I can never give thee-
At least not now-remind me on't hereafter.

[Duke shakes his head.
Fred. Ye will not yield, proud Duke? I do implore thee,
By our land's honour-by our ties of blood,
To go to Italy. Let her not be
The Grave of Germany's renown; to thee-
To thee alone, is the bright pledge confided
'Tis thine to peril, or redeem it!
Duke (coldly.)

Goslar !
Fred. Ask not the impossible. By God in Heaven,
I would bestow it were it in my power ;
Be not thus iron and unbending ; slay not
Our country on the altar of thy pride !
Thine Emperor prays thee-'tis one Guelf implores
Another,-turn not from me, Henry !
Germany's at thy feet.

[He kneels.
Duke (hastily raising him.) Emperor, Emperor !
The Duke hath but one course !

(He rushes out.
Fred. (glancing hurriedly around.) Ha! who o'erheard us?
'Twas but these lofty domes and trophied walls
Shuddering in indignation at such outrage!
Was I infatuated, thus to lay
The crown before yon overbearing Duke?
Or was't a dark presentiment that placed
It there, ere from my head the Lion rends it ?
By the great God of Heaven, this scorn of his
Shall have its fearful vengeance! I forswear
My mother, and the kindred blood of Guelf.
Within me all the Hohenstaufen rises !
Woe to the scornful Duke! I made him great,
And I will humble him-nor know repose
Till, like myself, I've seen him kiss the dust!

[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
To drag thee yonder ?

Wouldst have me go
Of mine own will to perjury? I tell thee,
Were it but possible the Duke once more
Should give

me his esteem, by God in Heaven,
Before the Diet and the Emperor,
I'd give ye cause to blush! But that is past.
Villains must e'en remain so. I've been one-
Lost self-respect, and now I'm fit for any thing !

Ph. No more of this-you've but to shew the papers
Ye wot of, between Lombardy and Henry
Duly exchanged, which bind him to his cause.
Ev’n Heaven must hold the deed a righteous one,
Since from the Church the Duke is excommunicate.

Eck. Not all your sacraments or absolutions,
Not all the excommunications hurl'd
By such as you, upon Duke Henry's head,
Can make it aught save shameless perjury,
Fit for a wretch like me! But I have lost
All good men's countenance since your damn'd gold
Dazzled mine eyes ! It shall be said at least,
I was no puny villain ! Reverend lord,
I'll marshal

ye the

(Exit hastily.

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,
Within there—Cunning foxes have prevailed
Against the lordly Lion! Priests and princes
Pluck at his mane-while 'tis the Emperor's task

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
deem it pious to avenge such outrage !

Eck. Outrage! Ye hear him, lords ! Methinks ye call'd it
A hallow'd deed !

And so it is


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