us
eyes, e'en your most distant kindred, that danger, great as your
offence, hangs o'er them.

_Rav._ They cannot--will not----

_Prin._ They will. And picture the reverse: by linking with this
formidable chain, which, though invisible encircles all, you may watch
o'er your house's safety. (_Noise without of unbarring gates._) They
come--from every quarter come--to execute your sentence! You've no
alternative--escape you cannot. In church, in palace shall the free
knight strike; therefore instantly complete the forms, and aid your
country's and your prince's cause; or, like a base detested parricide,
involve an aged parent's life--

_Rav._ Hold! hold! A parent's claims are ever paramount; and Heaven,
that witnesses my motive, will pardon my consenting.

_Two free knights appear at each door, and are advancing with uplifted
daggers._

_Prin._ Forbear! He is a convert. He will unite with us in tracing and
o'erthrowing new conspiracy. Come, you're my friend again (_taking
Rosenburg's hand_.) And whilst Westphalia's my abode, I will sojourn me
in your father's house, and witness, as I'm told, another ceremony; the
happy celebration of your nuptials.

_Rav._ My nuptials happy! Well! well! lead on. Be this my first, my
lesser sacrifice.

_Music._--_A party of free knights enter at one door, carrying a banner,
on which is painted the cross, an olive branch, and a poniard. A party
likewise enter at the other door, carrying a banner on which is painted
an eye, surrounded by clouds, and radiated like the sun._ Prince,
Ravensburg, _and train exeunt, free knights following._

SCENE II.--_An open country, Corbey Abbey in the distance. At the right
wing the gates of the town of Corbey; at the left wing the chateau of
baron_ Ravensburg.

_Enter countess_ Roland _and_ Ulrica, _from the chateau._

_Countess._ So, this is grateful; this is graceful. Answer me. Who has
maintained you? who has educated you? and from whom did you get these
fine clothes and fine manners? From me! you took your manners from me!

_Ulrica._ Took your manners! Lord, aunt! and yet you call me ungrateful!

_Coun._ And last summer, who took a fine house for you at
Aix-la-Chapelle? and, starting you on a matrimonial speculation, so
dazzled and decoyed old baron Ravensburg, that he not only invited us to
his chateau here, but selected you to be his son's wife, the wife to the
hero of Palestine. And yet, though I told you, modern friends followed
new