The robbers, Fiesco, Love and intrigue . om-rades ! that is a vain fear. Here, I fling away mydagger, and my pistols, and this phial of poison, whichmight have been a treasure to me. I am so wretchedthat I have lost the power even over my own ! still in suspense ? Or do you think, perhaps,that I shall stand on my defence when you try to seizeme ? See here ! I bind my right hand to this oakbranch; now lam quite defenceless, a child may over-power me. Who is the first to desert his captain inthe hour of need ? Koller. (with wild energy) And what though hellencircle us with ninefold coil
The robbers, Fiesco, Love and intrigue . om-rades ! that is a vain fear. Here, I fling away mydagger, and my pistols, and this phial of poison, whichmight have been a treasure to me. I am so wretchedthat I have lost the power even over my own ! still in suspense ? Or do you think, perhaps,that I shall stand on my defence when you try to seizeme ? See here ! I bind my right hand to this oakbranch; now lam quite defenceless, a child may over-power me. Who is the first to desert his captain inthe hour of need ? Koller. (with wild energy) And what though hellencircle us with ninefold coils! (Brandishing hissword.) Who is the coward that will betray hiscaptain ? Schweitzer, (tears the pardon and flings the piecesinto Father Dominics face) Pardon be in our bullets!Away with thee, rascal! Tell your senate that youcould not find a single traitor in all Moors ! Huzza ! Save the captain ! All. {shouting) Huzza ! Save the captain ! Savehim ! Save our noble captain ! Charles, (releasing his hand from the tree, joy- \. THE ROBBERS 81 fully) Now we are free, comrades! I feel a host inthis single arm ! Death or liberty ! At the least theyshall not take a man of us alive! [They sound the signal for attach; noise and with drawn swords.] ACT III. Scene in the garden, playing the guitar. Bright as an angel from Walhallas hall,More beautiful than aught of earth was he! Heaven-mild his look, as sunbeams when they fall,Keflected from a calm cerulean sea. His warm embrace — oh, ravishing delight! With heart to heart the fiery pulses danced —Our every sense wrapd in ecstatic night — Our souls in blissful harmony entranced. His kisses —- oh, what paradise of f eeling! Een as two flames which round each other twineOr flood of seraph harp-tones gently stealing In one soft swell, away to realms divine! They rushed, commingled, melted, soul in soul! Lips glued to lips, with burning tremor bound!Cold earth dissolved, and love without control Abs
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