The Works of Frederick Schiller Part 263

FURST.

He has been summoned. Cheerily, Sir! Take comfort!

He has found his heart at last, and is our own.

ATTINGHAUSEN.

Say, has he spoken for his native land?

STAUFFACHER.

Ay, like a hero!

ATTINGHAUSEN.

Wherefore comes he not, That he may take my blessing ere I die?

I feel my life fast ebbing to a close.

STAUFFACHER.

Nay, talk not thus, dear Sir! This last short sleep Has much refreshed you, and your eye is bright.

ATTINGHAUSEN.

Life is but pain, and even that has left me; My sufferings, like my hopes, have pa.s.sed away.

[Observing the boy.

What boy is that?

FURST.

Bless him. Oh, good my lord!

He is my grandson, and is fatherless.

[HEDWIG kneels with the boy before the dying man.

ATTINGHAUSEN.

And fatherless I leave you all, ay, all!

Oh, wretched fate, that these old eyes should see My country's ruin, as they close in death.

Must I attain the utmost verge of life, To feel my hopes go with me to the grave.

STAUFFACHER (to FURST).

Shall he depart 'mid grief and gloom like this?

Shall not his parting moments be illumed By hope's delightful beams? My n.o.ble lord, Raise up your drooping spirit! We are not Forsaken quite--past all deliverance.

ATTINGHAUSEN.

Who shall deliver you?

FURST.

Ourselves. For know The Cantons three are to each other pledged To hunt the tyrants from the land. The league Has been concluded, and a sacred oath Confirms our union. Ere another year Begins its circling course--the blow shall fall.

In a free land your ashes shall repose.

ATTINGHAUSEN.

The league concluded! Is it really so?

MELCHTHAL.

On one day shall the Cantons rise together.

All is prepared to strike--and to this hour The secret closely kept though hundreds share it; The ground is hollow 'neath the tyrant's feet; Their days of rule are numbered, and ere long No trace of their dominion shall remain.

ATTINGHAUSEN.

Ay, but their castles, how to master them?

MELCHTHAL.

On the same day they, too, are doomed to fall.

ATTINGHAUSEN.

And are the n.o.bles parties to this league?

STAUFFACHER.

We trust to their a.s.sistance should we need it; As yet the peasantry alone have sworn.

ATTINGHAUSEN (raising himself up in great astonishment).

And have the peasantry dared such a deed On their own charge without their n.o.bles' aid-- Relied so much on their own proper strength?

Nay then, indeed, they want our help no more; We may go down to death cheered by the thought That after us the majesty of man Will live, and be maintained by other hands.

[He lays his hand upon the head of the child, who is kneeling before him.

From this boy's head, whereon the apple lay, Your new and better liberty shall spring; The old is crumbling down--the times are changing And from the ruins blooms a fairer life.

STAUFFACHER (to FURST).

See, see, what splendor streams around his eye!

This is not nature's last expiring flame, It is the beam of renovated life.

ATTINGHAUSEN.

From their old towers the n.o.bles are descending, And swearing in the towns the civic oath.

In Uechtland and Thurgau the work's begun; The n.o.ble Bern lifts her commanding head, And Freyburg is a stronghold of the free; The stirring Zurich calls her guilds to arms; And now, behold! the ancient might of kings Is s.h.i.+vered against her everlasting walls.

[He speaks what follows with a prophetic tone; his utterance rising into enthusiasm.

I see the princes and their haughty peers, Clad all in steel, come striding on to crush A harmless shepherd race with mailed hand.

Desperate the conflict: 'tis for life or death; And many a pa.s.s will tell to after years Of glorious victories sealed in foemen's blood. [25]

The peasant throws himself with naked breast, A willing victim on their serried lances.

They yield--the flower of chivalry's cut down, And freedom waves her conquering banner high!

[Grasps the hands Of WALTER FURST and STAUFFACHER.

Hold fast together, then--forever fast!

Let freedom's haunts be one in heart and mind!

Set watches on your mountain-tops, that league May answer league, when comes the hour to strike.

Be one--be one--be one----

[He falls back upon the cus.h.i.+on. His lifeless hands continue to grasp those of FURST and STAUFFACHER, who regard him for some moments in silence, and then retire, overcome with sorrow.

Meanwhile the servants have quietly pressed into the chamber, testifying different degrees of grief. Some kneel down beside him and weep on his body: while this scene is pa.s.sing the castle bell tolls.

RUDENZ (entering hurriedly).