SCENE VII.

To these enter MACDONALD and DEVEREUX, with the HALBERDIERS.

GORDON (throwing himself between him and them).

No, monster!

First over my dead body thou shalt tread. I will

Hot live to see the accursed deed!

BUTLER (forcing him out of the way).

Weak-hearted dotard!

[Trumpets are heard in the distance.

DEVEREUX and MACDONALD.

Hark! The Swedish trumpets!

The Swedes before the ramparts! Let us hasten!

GORDON (rushes out).

Oh, God of mercy!

BUTLER (calling after him).

Governor, to your post!

GROOM OF THE CHAMBER (hurries in).

Who dares make larum here? Hush! The duke sleeps.

DEVEREUX (with loud, harsh voice).

Friend, it is time now to make larum.

GROOM OF THE CHAMBER.

Help!

Murder!

BUTLER.

Down with him!

GROOM OF THE CHAMBER (run through the body by DEVEREUX, falls at

the entrance of the gallery).

Jesus Maria!

BUTLER.

Burst the doors open.

[They rush over the body into the gallery-two doors are heard to

crash one after the other. Voices, deadened by the distance-clash

of arms-then all at once a profound silence:

SCENE VIII.

COUNTESS TERZKY (with a light).

Her bedchamber is empty; she herself

Is nowhere to be found! The Neubrunn too,

Who watched by her, is missing. If she should

Be flown-but whither flown? We must call up

Every soul in the house. How will the duke

Bear up against these worst bad tidings? Oh,

If that my husband now were but returned

Home from the banquet! Hark! I wonder whether

The duke is still awake! I thought I heard

Voices and tread of feet here! I will go

And listen at the door. Hark! what is that?

'Tis hastening up the steps!

SCENE IX.

COUNTESS, GORDON.

GORDON (rushes in out of breath)

'Tis a mistake!

'Tis not the Swedes; ye must proceed no further-

Butler! Oh, God! where is he?

[Observing the COUNTESS.

Countess! Say--

COUNTESS.

You're come then from the castle? Where's my husband?

GORDON (in an agony of affright).

Your husband! Ask not! To the duke--

COUNTESS.

Not till

You have discovered to me--

GORDON.

On this moment

Does the world hang. For God's sake! to the duke.

While we are speaking--

[Calling loudly.

Butler! Butler! God!

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