of justice! But I've held converse with
the young lord Ravensburg, and if he follow an old soldier's counsel,
there may be still some hope, that the accused shall vanquish the
accuser.

_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?

_Ag._ (_starting up._) That voice! still, still does it pursue me? My
lord! (_looking at him with a hope that he'll befriend her_)

_Rav._ Stand off!

_Ag._ This! this from Ravensburg! (_bursts into tears_)

_Rav._ 'Tis past--it is pronounced! Read--read that awful warrant.

_Ag._ (_taking it, but not looking at it._) 'Tis past indeed! but e'er I
meet my death, I swear by Him who shall for ever live, that I would
rather be the culprit thus condemn'd, than those who have condemn'd me:
for they, not I, must answer for a life unjustly sacrificed? and when
deprived of utterance and of sense, think not 'twas consciousness of
guilt o'ercame me! No, 'twas to hear myself accused by him, who, still
persisting in his cruelty----why--wherefore should I live! since he,
since he is lost: I am most thankful for this fi