[Exit Bethlen, hurried off by Bathory and Attendants.

Emerick. We hunt to-morrow in your upland forest: [350]
Thou (to Casimir) wilt attend us: and wilt then explain
This sudden and most fortunate arrival.

[Exit Emerick; Manent Casimir and Sarolta.

Sarolta. My lord! my husband! look whose sword lies yonder!
It is Kiuprili's, Casimir; 'tis thy father's!
And wielded by a stripling's arm, it baffled, [355]
Yea, fell like Heaven's own lightnings on that Tarquin.

Casimir. Hush! hush!
[[937]] I had detected ere I left the city
The tyrant's curst intent. Lewd, damnéd ingrate!
For him did I bring down a father's curse! [360]
Swift, swift must be our means! To-morrow's sun
Sets on his fate or mine! O blest Sarolta!
No other prayer, late penitent, dare I offer,
But that thy spotless virtues may prevail
O'er Casimir's crimes, and dread Kiuprili's curse! [365]
[Exeunt.

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