Glycine. Accept thine hand-maid's service! [Kneeling.

Zapolya. Raise her, son!
O raise her to thine arms! she saved thy life,
And through her love for thee, she saved thy mother's! 190
Hereafter thou shalt know, that this dear maid
Hath other and hereditary claims
Upon thy heart, and with Heaven guarded instinct
[[944]] But carried on the work her sire began!

Andreas. Dear maid! more dear thou canst not be! the rest 195
Shall make my love religion. Haste we hence:
For as I reached the skirts of this high forest,
I heard the noise and uproar of the chase,
Doubling its echoes from the mountain foot.

Glycine. Hark! sure the hunt approaches.

[Horn without, and afterwards distant thunder.

Zapolya. O Kiuprili! 200

Old Bathory. The demon-hunters of the middle air
Are in full cry, and scare with arrowy fire
The guilty! Hark! now here, now there, a horn
Swells singly with irregular blast! the tempest
Has scattered them! [Horns at a distance.

Zapolya. O Heavens! where stays Kiuprili? [205]

Old Bathory. The wood will be surrounded! leave me here.

Andreas. My mother! let me see thee once in safety.
I too will hasten back, with lightning's speed,
To seek the hero!