The courtyard of the castle. Pancratius, Leonard; Bianchetti stands at the head of a regiment of soldiers. The remaining princes and counts, accompanied by their wives and children, file in before Pancratius.
Pancratius. Your name?
A Count. Christopher von Volsagen.
Pancratius. You have pronounced it for the last time! And yours?
A Prince. Wladislaus, Lord of Schwarzwald.
Pancratius. It shall be heard on earth no more! And yours?
A Baron. Alexander von Godalberg.
Pancratius. It is already erased from the list of the living. Go!
Bianchetti (to Leonard). They have repulsed us for two long months; their arms are wretched, and their accoutrements utterly worthless.
Leonard. Are there many of them left?