Glycine. Perchance some huntsmen of the king's. 160
Raab Kiuprili. Emerick?
Glycine. He came this morning—
[They retire to the cavern, bearing Zapolya. Then enter Bethlen, armed with a boar-spear.
Bethlen. I had a glimpse
Of some fierce shape; and but that Fancy often
Is Nature's intermeddler, and cries halves
With the outward sight, I should believe I saw it
Bear off some human prey. O my preserver! 165
Bathory! Father! Yes, thou deserv'st that name!
Thou did'st not mock me! These are blessed findings!
The secret cypher of my destiny [Looking at his signet.
Stands here inscribed: it is the seal of fate!
Ha!—Had ever monster fitting lair, 'tis yonder! [170]
Thou yawning den, I well remember thee!
Mine eyes deceived me not. Heaven leads me on!
Now for a blast, loud as a king's defiance,
To rouse the monster couchant o'er his ravine! [Blows the horn—then a pause.
Another blast! and with another swell 175
To you, ye charméd watchers of this wood!
If haply I have come, the rightful heir
Of vengeance: if in me survive the spirits
Of those, whose guiltless blood flowed streaming here! [Blows again louder.
Still silent? Is the monster gorged? Heaven shield me! [180]
Thou, faithful spear! be both my torch and guide.
[As Bethlen is about to enter, Kiuprili speaks from the cavern unseen.
Raab Kiuprili. Withdraw thy foot! Retract thine idle spear,
And wait obedient!
Bethlen. Ha! What art thou? speak!
Raab Kiuprili (still unseen). Avengers!
Bethlen. By a dying mother's pangs
E'en such am I. Receive me!