Enter Zastrow from the door, bearing Agnes, who is senseless, in his arms—he places her on a piece of broken rock near the wing.
Speak, Zastrow—is she condemn'd?
Zast. No. Charge following charge, her boasted firmness forsook her; and fainting, as supposed, from conscious guilt, she was dismissed; but soon her sentence will be known, and all foresee the vengeance that awaits the count Manfredi's daughter.
Ever. Manfredi's daughter!
Zast. Ay, that Italian traitor, who, on the Danube's banks destroyed the treasure he was bound to guard, and she (turning towards Agnes) imbibing the same kindred hate for those whom loyalty should make her love, late at the banquet of the baron Ravensburg, infus'd a poisonous mixture in the draught of our lov'd prince: but he detecting her intent, the death, thank heaven, she design'd for him, will soon recoil upon herself.
Ever. And he, the prince, is her accuser? Mark you that?
Zast. I do.
Ever. Then mark, (pointing to Agnes) is that the countenance of guilt?
Zast. How, Everard! when even Ravensburg, her benefactor's son, now loudly in the open court took part against her. (Everard shows emotion.) He did; and thereby so increased the prince's admiration——Look! he's here! Enter Ravensburg, hastily, in the dress of a free knight, with a paper in his hand, followed by two free knights.
Rav. Where is the traitress? Where the daughter of Manfredi?