FIRST LADY-IN-WAITING. Oh, heaven!
ELECTRESS. Go on, go on!
MÖRNER. At this disastrous spectacle, a pang
Unfathomable seized the Prince's heart;
Like a wild beast, spurred on of hate and vengeance,
Forward he lunged with us at the redoubt.
Flying, we cleared the trench and, at a bound,
The shelt'ring breastwork, bore the garrison down,
Scattered them out across the field, destroyed;
Capturing the Swede's whole panoply of war—
Cannon and standards, kettle-drums and flags.
And had the group of bridges at the Rhyn
Hemmed not our murderous course, not one had lived
Who might have boasted at his father's hearth
At Fehrbellin I saw the hero fall!
ELECTRESS. Triumph too dearly bought! I like it not.
Give me again the purchase-price it cost.
[She falls in a faint.]
FIRST LADY-IN-WAITING. Help, God in heaven! Her senses flee from her.
[NATALIE is weeping.]
SCENE VI
The PRINCE OF HOMBURG enters. The others.
THE PRINCE. Oh, Natalie, my dearest!