gs of parting will be paid at meeting!

_Ab._ 'Twill do! 'twill prosper! And my great founder's edict thus
revived--should they persist in prostituting justice's name, I will
throw wide my abbey-gates, and pardoning all they dare proscribe, make
it a bulwark 'gainst the common foe! Come--away! [_Exeunt._

SCENE III.--_a road near Corbey._

_Enter_ Christopher.

_Chris._ So, this is the place of meeting--from hence we were to start
for Franconia--and not here! Ulrica not yet come! Mighty well! our
marriage but an hour old, and keep her husband waiting!

_Enter_ Ulrica.

So, you begin, madam--you torment already.

_Ul._ Why, if I do torment, Christopher its only to please you the
more--it is upon my honour.

_Chris._ Please by tormenting! how, madam?

_Ul._ Ay, ask the god of love, if it isn't--

_Chris._ Yes; but where am I to find him?

_Ul._ True--where is love to be found?

SONG--_Ulrica._

I.

Where does the urchin love abide?
Whence does he point his dart?
Say, does he with the doves reside?
Or dwells he in the heart?

II.

No fixt abode the traitor knows--
On sportive wings he flies;
Awhile he dallies with the rose,
Then smiles in lovers' eyes.

_Chris._ He does--in mine; and now I'll tell you--'Tis all out, and I've
within me the true, real Roland blood. It seems, the strange old count
had privately made aunt his wife; but his estate descending with his
title, she thought she might support her rank, by getting for her niece
a famous husband--and she has got one, hasn't she, Ulrica?

_Ul._ She has--but, seriously, think not that I staid from idle motives.
Poor Agnes has found shelter in Corbey abbey; but the prince and the
avenging knights, march in full force to batter down its walls.

_Chris._ Indeed!

_Ul._ Now--now I heard it from the noble Ravensburg, who seeks his
father, to hear the whole of Agnes's hapless story. And my aunt's
influence no more prevailing, perhaps the baron will relent--at least, I
hope so.

_Chris._ So do I--and we won't stir.

_Ul._ No, not while one glimmering hope remains of Agnes's safety and
her foes' defeat.

_Chris._ No, that we won't--but go, and plead in her behalf. [_Kissing_
Ulrica's _hand._

_Ul._ That I will; and doubt not, Christopher--Heaven still will guard
the unprotected orphan!

[_Exit._

_Chris._ Never--never was couple so match'd! so much alike in all that's
amiable an