Old Bathory. O yet one moment!
What I repelled, when it did seem my own,
I cling to, now 'tis parting—call me father!
It can not now mislead thee. O my son,
Ere yet our tongues have learnt another name, 205
[[932]] Bethlen!—say 'Father' to me!

Bethlen. Now, and for ever
My father! other sire than thou, on earth
I never had, a dearer could not have!
From the base earth you raised me to your arms,
And I would leap from off a throne, and kneeling, [210]
Ask Heaven's blessing from thy lips. My father!

Bathory. Go! Go! [Exit Bethlen.
May every star now shining over us,
Be as an angel's eye, to watch and guard him! [Exit Bathory.

Scene changes to a splendid Bed-chamber, hung with tapestry.

Sarolta and an Attendant.

Attendant. We all did love her, madam!

Sarolta. She deserved it!
Luckless Glycine! rash, unhappy girl! 215
'Twas the first time she e'er deceived me.

Attendant. She was in love, and had she not died thus,
With grief for Bethlen's loss, and fear of Laska,
She would have pined herself to death at home.

Sarolta. Has the youth's father come back from his search? [220]

Attendant. He never will, I fear me. O dear lady!
That Laska did so triumph o'er the old man—
It was quite cruel—'You'll be sure,' said he,
'To meet with part at least of your son Bethlen,
Or the war-wolf must have a quick digestion! [225]
Go! Search the wood by all means! Go! I pray you!'