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‘Twas I that ratified the peace with Moscow, And I will hazard life to see it kept.
ODOWALSKY.
Give him no further hearing! Take the votes!
[The BISHOP OF CRACOW and WILNA rise, and descend each to his own side, to collect the votes.
MANY.
War, war with Moscow!
ARCHBISHOP OF GNESEN (to SAPIEHA).
n.o.ble sir, give way!
You see the ma.s.s are hostile to your views; Then do not force a profitless division!
IMPERIAL HIGH CHANCELLOR (descends from the throne to SAPIEHA).
The king entreats you will not press the point, Sir Waywode, to division in the Diet.
DOORKEEPER (aside to ODOWALSKY).
Keep a bold front, and fearless–summon those That wait without. All Cracow stands by you.
IMPERIAL GRAND MARSHAL (to SAPIEHA).
Such excellent decrees have pa.s.sed before; Oh, cease, and for their sake, so fraught with good, Unite your voice with the majority!
BISHOP OF CRACOW (has collected the votes on his side).
On this right bench are all unanimous.
SAPIEHA.
And let them to a man! Yet I say no!
I urge my veto–I break up the Diet.
Stay further progress! Null and void fire all The resolutions pa.s.sed—-
[General commotion; the KING descends from the throne, the barriers are broken down, and there arises a tumultuous uproar. DEPUTIES draw their swords, and threaten SAPIEHA with them. The BISHOPS interpose, and protect him with their stoles.
Majority?
What is it? The majority is madness; Reason has still ranked only with the few.
What cares he for the general weal that’s poor?
Has the lean beggar choice, or liberty?
To the great lords of earth, that hold the purse, He must for bread and raiment sell his voice.
‘Twere meet that voices should be weighed, not counted.
Sooner or later must the state be wrecked, Where numbers sway and ignorance decides.
ODOWALSKY.
Hark to the traitor!—-
DEPUTIES.
Hew him into shreds!
Down with him!
ARCHBISHOP OF GNESEN (s.n.a.t.c.hes the crucifix out of his chaplain’s hand and interposes).
Peace, peace Shall native blood be in the Diet shed?
Prince Sapieha! be advised!
[To the BISHOPS.
Bring him away, And interpose your bosoms as his shield!
Through this side door remove him quietly, Or the wild mob will tear him limb from limb!
[SAPIEHA, still casting looks of defiance, is forced away by the BISHOPS, whilst the ARCHBISHOPS OF GNESEN and LEMBERG keep the DEPUTIES at bay. Amidst violent tumult and clashing of arms, the hall is emptied of all but DEMETRIUS, MEISCHEK, ODOWALSKY, and the Hetman of the Cossacks.
ODOWALSKY.
That point miscarried,– Yet shall you not lack aid because of this: If the republic holds the peace with Moscow, At our own charges we shall push your claims.
KORELA.
Who ever could have dreamed, that he alone Would hold his ground against the a.s.sembled Diet?
MEISCHEK.
The king! the king!
[Enter KING SIGISMUND, attended by the LORD HIGH CHANCELLOR, the GRAND MARSHAL, and several BISHOPS.
KING.
Let me embrace you, prince!
At length the high republic does you justice; My heart has done so long, and many a day.
Your fate doth move me deeply, as, indeed, What monarch’s heart but must be moved by it?
DEMETRIUS.
The past, with all its sorrows, is forgot; Here on your breast I feel new life begin.
KING.
I love not many words; yet what a king May offer, who has va.s.sals richer far Than his poor self, that do I offer you.
You have been witness of an untoward scene, But deem not ill of Poland’s realm because A tempest jars the vessel of the state.
MEISCHEK.
When winds are wild the steersman backs his helm, And makes for port with all the speed he may.
KING.
The Diet is dissolved. Although I wished, I could not break the treaty with the Czar.
But you have powerful friends; and if the Pole, At his own risk, take arms on your behalf, Or if the Cossack choose to venture war, They are free men, I cannot say them nay.
MEISCHEK.
The whole Rocoss is under arms already.
Please it but you, my liege, the angry stream That raved against your sovereignty may turn Its wrath on Moscow, leaving you unscathed.
KING.
The best of weapons Russia’s self will give thee; Thy surest buckler is the people’s heart.
By Russia only Russia will be vanquished.
Even as the Diet heard thee speak to-day, Speak thou at Moscow to thy subjects, prince.
So chain their hearts, and thou wilt be their king.
In Sweden I by right of birth ascended The throne of my inheritance in peace; Yet did I lose the kingdom of my sires Because my people’s hearts were not with me.
Enter MARINA.