Egmont eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 108 pages of information about Egmont.

Egmont eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 108 pages of information about Egmont.

Ferdinand.  The active old man, who always attended thee on horseback?

Egmont.  The same.

Ferdinand.  He lives, he is free.

Egmont.  He knows her dwelling; let him guide thy steps thither, and reward him to his dying day, for having shown thee the way to this jewel.- -Farewell!

Ferdinand.  I cannot leave thee.

Egmont (urging him towards the door).  Farewell!

Ferdinand.  Oh, let me linger yet a moment!

Egmont.  No leave-taking, my friend.

(He accompanies Ferdinand to the door, and then tears himself away;
Ferdinand, overwhelmed with grief, hastily retires.)

Egmont (alone)

Egmont.  Cruel man!  Thou didst not think to render me this service through thy son.  He has been the means of relieving my mind from the pressure of care and sorrow, from fear and every anxious feeling.  Gently, yet urgently, nature claims her final tribute.  ’Tis past!—­’Tis resolved!  And the reflections which, in the suspense of last night, kept me wakeful on my couch, now with resistless certainty lull my senses to repose.

(He seats himself upon the couch; music)

Sweet sleep!  Like the purest happiness, thou comest most willingly, uninvited, unsought.  Thou dost loosen the knots of earnest thoughts, dost mingle all images of joy and of sorrow, unimpeded the circle of inner harmony flows on, and wrapped in fond delusion, we sink into oblivion, and cease to be.

(He sleeps; music accompanies his slumber.  Behind his couch the wall appears to open and discovers a brilliant apparition.  Freedom, in a celestial garb, surrounded by a glory, reposes on a cloud.  Her features are those of Clara and she inclines towards the sleeping hero.  Her countenance betokens compassion, she seems to lament his fate.  Quickly she recovers herself and with an encouraging gesture exhibits the symbols of freedom, the bundle of arrows, with the staff and cap.  She encourages him to be of good cheer, and while she signifies to him that his death will secure the freedom of the provinces, she hails him as a conqueror, and extends to him a laurel crown.  As the wreath approaches his head, Egmont moves like one asleep, and reclines with his face towards her.  She holds the wreath suspended over his head,—­martial music is heard in the distance, at the first sound the vision disappears.  The music grows louder and louder.  Egmont awakes.  The prison is dimly illuminated by the dawn.—­His first impulse is to lift his hand to his head, he stands up, and gazes round, his hand still upraised.)

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