! and my lady, my young master, and Agnes may
rejoice! for the priest, quite worn out with waiting for one couple, is
now marrying another--is marrying the lady Ulrica to your nephew! He!
he! he!

_Bar._ (_to countess._) Marrying Ulrica to your nephew.

_Count._ To _my_ nephew, sir--to a man as far above the Ravensburgs in
rank, as in accomplishments!

_Ul._ (_throwing open the window_) aunt! we're married aunt!

_Count._ Transporting sight! There! (_to the baron._) Married to her
cousin, great count Roland!

_Chris._ (_putting his head out of the window._) No, to me! to cousin
Christopher! who said, all along, that aunt would be as kind to poor, as
rich relations! and who on the baron's giving him his choice, this
morning walked _out_ of the chateau; but, now, having sent the promised
express, and expecting all his Franconia cousins, says, "in," till the
honey-moon's over!

[_Shutting the window immediately, and he and Ulrica disappear._

_Bar._ There he is again! there's the nephew of the countess Roland!

_Count._ 'Tis false! and I'll be instantly reveng'd!

_Bar._ And so will I?

[_As they are going into the chateau._

QUINTETTO.

_Bar._ Rage inspires me.

_Count._ Madness fires me.

_Both._ I'll the slave to pieces tear!

_Enter_ Oliver _from the house._

_Ol._ Sorrow banish,
Anger vanish,
Come and bless the wedded pair!

_Count._ Plague,

_Bar._ Confound,

_Both._ The wedded pair!

_Enter_ Ulrica _from the house._

_Ul._ As late I travers'd yonder plain,
I heard a pilgrim worn with pain,
A trav'ller thus addressing:
"What can't be cur'd
Must be endur'd,
But pray, kind friend, your blessing."

_Chris. at_ } "What can't be cur'd
_the window._ } Must be endur'd,
} But pray, kind friend, your blessing."

_Ul._ You hear (_to baron_)--and you (_to countess._)

_Bar._ } We do! we do!
_Count._ }

_Ul._ And you agree! (_coaxing them._)
I see--I see!
We've liberty!

_All._ Love, true love is crown'd with glory!
_Viva--viva con amore!_