[_Re-enter_ Louis.
Louis. 'Tis enough! I own thy power, and by the spirit of my murdered sister I have looked upon, I swear to aid thee in thy dark work.
Norna. 'Tis well; and I will use my power to guard thee from the danger that surrounds thee. And now, farewell. Remember,--thou hast sworn.
[_Exit_ Louis.
CURTAIN.
SCENE THIRD.
[_Another part of the wood.
Enter_ Rodolpho.]
Rod. They told me that old Norna's cave was 'mong these rocks, and yet I find it not. By her I hope to learn where young Count Louis is concealed. Once in my power, he shall not escape to whisper tales of evil deeds against me. Stay! some one comes. I'll ask my way.
[_Enter_ Louis _masked._
Ho, stand, good sir. Canst guide me to the cell of Norna, the old sorceress?
Louis. It were little use to tell thee; thou wouldst only win a deeper curse than that she hath already laid upon thee.
Rod. Hold! who art thou that dare to speak thus to Count Rodolpho?
Louis. That thou canst never know; but this I tell thee: I am thy deadliest foe, and, aided by the wizard Norna, seek to work thee evil, and bring down upon thy head the fearful doom thy sin deserves. Wouldst thou know more,--then seek the witch, and learn the hate she bears thee.
Rod. Fool! thinkst thou I fear thee or thy enchantments? Draw, and defend thyself! Thou shalt pay dearly for thine insolence to me!
[_Draws his sword._
Louis. I will not stain my weapon with a murderer's blood. I leave thee to the fate that gathers round thee.
[_Exit_ Louis.
Rod. "Murderer," said he. I am betrayed,--yet no one saw the deed. Yet, stay! perchance 'twas he who bore Theresa away. He has escaped me, and will spread the tale. Nay, why should I fear? Courage! One blow, and I am safe! [_Rushes forward. Spirit of_ Theresa _rises._] What's that?--her deathlike face,--the wound my hand hath made! Help! help!
help!
[_Rushes out. The spirit vanishes._
CURTAIN.
SCENE FOURTH.
[_Room in the castle of_ Rodolpho.
Rodolpho _alone._]
Rod. I see no way save that. Were young Count Louis dead she would forget the love that had just begun, and by sweet words and gifts I may yet win her. The young lord must die [_a groan behind the curtain_]. Ha!
what is that? 'Tis nothing; fie upon my fear! I'll banish all remembrance of the fearful shape my fancy conjured up within the forest.
I'll not do the deed myself,--I have had enough of blood. Hugo the bandit: he is just the man,--bold, sure of hand, and secret. I will bribe him well, and when the deed is done, find means to rid me of him lest he should play me false. I saw him in the courtyard as I entered.
Perchance he is not yet gone. Ho, without there! Bid Hugo here if he be within the castle.--He is a rough knave, but gold will make all sure.
[_Enter_ Hugo.
Hugo. What would my lord with me?
Rod. I ask a favor of thee. Nay, never fear, I'll pay thee well. Wouldst earn a few gold pieces?
Hugo. Ay, my lord, most gladly would I.
Rod. Nay, sit, good Hugo. Here is wine; drink, and refresh thyself.
Hugo. Thanks, my lord. How can I serve you?
[Rodolpho _gives wine,_ Hugo _sits and drinks._]
Rod. Dost thou know Count Louis, whom the king lately banished?
Hugo. Nay, my lord; I never saw him.
Rod. [_aside_]. Ha! that is well. It matters not; 'tis not of him I speak. Take more wine, good Hugo. Listen, there is a certain lord,--one whom I hate. I seek his life. Here is gold--thou hast a dagger, and can use it well. Dost understand me?
Hugo. Ay, my lord, most clearly. Name the place and hour; count out the gold,--I and my dagger then are thine.
Rod. 'Tis well. Now harken. In the forest, near old Norna's cave, there is a quiet spot. Do thou go there to-night at sunset. Watch well, and when thou seest a tall figure wrapped in a dark cloak, and masked, spring forth, and do the deed. Then fling the body down the rocks, or hide it in some secret place. Here is one half the gold; more shall be thine when thou shalt show some token that the deed is done.
Hugo. Thanks, Count; I'll do thy bidding. At sunset in the forest,--I'll be there, and see he leaves it not alive. Good-even, then, my lord.
Rod. Hugo, use well thy dagger, and gold awaits thee. Yet, stay! I'll meet thee in the wood, and pay thee there. They might suspect if they should see thee here again so soon. I'll meet thee there, and so farewell.
Hugo. Adieu, my lord.
[_Exit_ Hugo].
Rod. Yes; all goes well. My rival dead, and Leonore is mine. With her I may forget the pale face that now seems ever looking into mine. I can almost think the deep wound shows in her picture yonder. But this is folly! Shame on thee, Rodolpho. I'll think of it no more. [_Turns to drink._ Theresa's _face appears within the picture, the wound upon her brow._] Ha! what is that? Am I going mad? See the eyes move,--it is Theresa's face! Nay, I will not look again. Yes, yes; 'tis there! Will this sad face haunt me forever?
Theresa. Forever! Forever!
Rod. Fiends take me,--'tis her voice! It is no dream. Ah, let me go away--away!
[Rodolpho _rushes wildly out._]
CURTAIN.
NOTE TO SCENE FIFTH.
The apparently impossible transformations of this scene (when played by two actors only) may be thus explained:--