[To Armgart.]
You shall have justice. To the castle bring
Your suit. This is no place to deal with it.
ARM.
No, no, I will not stir from where I stand,
Until your grace gives me my husband back.
Six months already has he been shut up,
And waits the sentence of a judge in vain.
GESSL.
How! would you force me, woman? Hence! Begone!
ARM.
Justice, my lord! Ay, justice! Thou art judge:
Vice-regent of the Emperor—of Heaven.
Then do thy duty,—as thou hopest for justice
From Him who rules above, show it to us!
GESSL.
Hence! Drive this insolent rabble from my sight!
ARM. (seizing his horse's reins).
No, no, by Heaven, I've nothing more to lose—
Thou stir'st not, Viceroy, from this spot, until
Thou dost me fullest justice. Knit thy brows,
And roll thine eyes—I fear not. Our distress
Is so extreme, so boundless, that we care
No longer for thine anger.
GESSL.
Woman, hence!
Give way, or else my horse shall ride you down.
ARM.
Well, let it!—there—
[Throws her children and herself upon the ground before him.]