Raab Kiuprili. With what intention came he? Would'st thou save him, [115]
Hide nothing!

Glycine. Save him! O forgive his rashness!
He is good, and did not know that thou wert human!

Raab Kiuprili. Human?
With what design?

Glycine. To kill thee, or
If that thou wert a spirit, to compel thee
By prayers, and with the shedding of his blood, 120
To make disclosure of his parentage.
But most of all—

Zapolya (rushing out from the cavern). Heaven's blessing on thee! Speak!

Glycine. Whether his mother live, or perished here!

Zapolya. Angel of mercy, I was perishing
And thou did'st bring me food: and now thou bring'st 125
The sweet, sweet food of hope and consolation
[[922]]To a mother's famished heart! His name, sweet maiden!

Glycine. E'en till this morning we were wont to name him
Bethlen Bathory!

Zapolya. Even till this morning?
This morning? when my weak faith failed me wholly! 130
Pardon, O thou that portion'st out our sufferance,
And fill'st again the widow's empty cruse!
Say on!

Glycine. The false ones charged the valiant youth
With treasonous words of Emerick—