Laska. Friend! Laska will be found at his own post,
Watching elsewhere for the king's interest. [135]
There's a rank plot that Laska must hunt down,
'Twixt Bethlen and Glycine!

Pestalutz. What! the girl
[[942]] Whom Laska saw the war-wolf tear in pieces?

Laska. Well! Take my arms! Hark! should your javelin fail you,
These points are tipt with venom. [Seeing Glycine without.
By Heaven! Glycine! [140]
Now as you love the king, help me to seize her!

[They run out after Glycine. Enter Bathory from the cavern.

Old Bathory. Rest, lady, rest! I feel in every sinew
A young man's strength returning! Which way went they?
The shriek came thence. [Enter Glycine.

Glycine. Ha! weapons here? Then, Bethlen, thy Glycine [145]
Will die with thee or save thee!

[She seizes them and rushes out. Bathory following. Music, and Peasants with hunting spears cross the stage, singing chorally.

CHORAL SONG

Up, up! ye dames, ye lasses gay!
To the meadows trip away.
'Tis you must tend the flocks this morn,
And scare the small birds from the corn. 150
Not a soul at home may stay:
For the shepherds must go
With lance and bow
To hunt the wolf in the woods to-day.

Leave the hearth and leave the house 155
To the cricket and the mouse:
Find grannam out a sunny seat,
With babe and lambkin at her feet.
Not a soul at home may stay:
For the shepherds must go [160]
With lance and bow
To hunt the wolf in the woods to-day.
[Exeunt Huntsmen.