Second Confederate. With one voice
Th' assembled chieftains have deposed the tyrant:
He is proclaimed the public enemy,
And the protection of the law withdrawn.

First Confederate. Just doom for him, who governs without law! 325
Is it known on whom the sov'reignty will fall?

Second Confederate. Nothing is yet decided: but report
Points to Lord Casimir. The grateful memory
Of his renownéd father——

Enter Sarolta.

Hail to Sarolta!

Sarolta. Confederate friends! I bring to you a joy 330
Worthy your noble cause! Kiuprili lives,
And from his obscure exile, hath returned
[[949]] To bless our country. More and greater tidings
Might I disclose; but that a woman's voice
Would mar the wondrous tale. Wait we for him, [335]
The partner of the glory—Raab Kiuprili;
For he alone is worthy to announce it.

[Shouts of 'Kiuprili, Kiuprili,' and 'The Tyrant's fallen,' without. Enter Kiuprili, Casimir, Rudolph, Bathory, and Attendants.

Raab Kiuprili. Spare yet your joy, my friends! A higher waits you:
Behold, your Queen!

[Enter Zapolya and Andreas royally attired, with Glycine.

Confederate. Comes she from heaven to bless us?