BERTHA.

All my estates lie in the Forest Cantons;
And I am free, when Switzerland is free.

RUDENZ.

Oh! what a prospect, Bertha, hast thou shown me!

BERTHA.

Hope not to win my hand by Austria’s grace;
Fain would they lay their grasp on my estates
To swell the vast domains which now they hold. 
The selfsame lust of conquest, that would rob
You of your liberty, endangers mine. 
Ob, friend, I’m mark’d for sacrifice;—­to be
The guerdon of some parasite, perchance! 
They’ll drag me hence to the Imperial court,
That hateful haunt of falsehood and intrigue,
And marriage bonds I loathe await me there. 
Love, love alone—­your love can rescue me.

RUDENZ.

And thou couldst be content, love, to live here? 
In my own native land to be my own? 
Oh, Bertha, all the yearnings of my soul
For this great world and its tumultuous strife—­
What were they, but a yearning after thee? 
In glory’s path I sought for thee alone,
And all my thirst of fame was only love. 
But if in this calm vale thou canst abide
With me, and bid earth’s pomps and pride adieu,
Then is the goal of my ambition won;
And the rough tide of the tempestuous world
May dash and rave around these firm-set hills! 
No wandering wishes more have I to send
Forth to the busy scene that stirs beyond. 
Then may these rocks, that girdle us, extend
Their giant walls impenetrably round,
And this sequestered happy vale alone
Look up to heaven, and be my paradise!

BERTHA.

Now art thou all my fancy dream’d of thee! 
My trust has not been given to thee in vain.

RUDENZ.

Away, ye idle phantoms of my folly;
In mine own home I’ll find my happiness. 
Here, where the gladsome boy to manhood grew,
Where ev’ry brook, and tree, and mountain peak,
Teems with remembrances of happy hours,
In mine own native land thou wilt be mine. 
Ah, I have ever loved it well, I feel
How poor without it were all earthly joys.

BERTHA.

Where should we look for happiness on earth,
If not in this dear land of innocence—­
Here, where old truth hath its familiar home? 
Where fraud and guile are strangers, envy ne’er
Shall dim the sparkling fountain of our bliss,
And ever bright the hours shall o’er us glide. 
There do I see thee, in true manly worth,
The foremost of the free and of thy peers,
Revered with homage pure and unconstrain’d,
Wielding a power that kings might envy thee.

RUDENZ.

And thee I see, thy sex’s crowning gem,
With thy sweet woman’s grace and wakeful love,
Building a heaven for me within my home,
And, as the spring-time scatters forth her flowers,
Adorning with thy charms my path of life,
And spreading joy and sunshine all around.

BERTHA.