hich each new king till now has ratified.
I found the envoys there of many a town,
From Suabia and the valley of the Rhine,
Who all received their parchments as they wish'd,
And straight went home again with merry heart.
But me, your envoy, they to the council sent,
Where I with empty cheer was soon dismiss'd.
"The Emperor at present was engaged;
Some other time he would attend to us!"
I turn'd away, and passing through the hall,
With heavy heart, in a recess I saw
The Grand Duke John[54] in tears, and by his side
The noble lords of Wart and Tegerfeld,
Who beckon'd me, and said, "Redress yourselves.
Expect not justice from the Emperor.
Does he not plunder his own brother's child,
And keep from him his just inheritance?"
The Duke claims his maternal property,
Urging he's now of age, and 'tis full time
That he should rule his people and estates
What is the answer made to him? The king
Places a chaplet on his head; "Behold
The fitting ornament," he cries, "of youth!"
MAUER.
You hear. Expect not from the Emperor
Or right or justice! Then redress yourselves!
REDING.
No other course is left us. Now, advise
What plan most likely to insure success.
FUeRST.
To shake a thraldom off that we abhor,
To keep our ancient rights inviolate,
As we received them from our fathers--this,
Not lawless innovation, is our aim.
Let Caesar still retain what is his due;
And he that is a vassal, let him pay
The service he is sworn to faithfully.
MEYER.
I hold my land of Austria in fief.
FUeRST.
Continue, then, to pay your feudal dues.
WEIT.
I'm tenant of the lords of Rappersweil.
FUeRST.
Continue, then, to pay them rent and tithe.
ROeSSEL.
Of Zurich's Abbess humble vassal I.
FUeRST.
Give to the cloister what the cloister claims.
STAUFF.
The Empire only is my feudal lord.
FUeRST.
What needs must be, we'll do, but nothing more.
We'll drive these tyrants and their minions hence,
And raze their towering strongholds to the ground,
Yet shed, if possible, no drop of blood.
Let the Emperor see that we were driven to cast
The sacred duties of respect away;
And when he finds we keep within our bounds,
His wrath, belike, may yield to policy;
For truly is that nation to be fear'd
That, arms in hand, is temperate in its wrath.
REDING.
But prithee tell us how may this be done
The enemy is arm'd as well as we,
And, rest assured, he will not yield in peace.
STAUFF.
He will, whene'er
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