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 PUEEN BERTHA, 
 
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 THE VOW. 
 
QUEEN BERTHA, 
 
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 THE VOW . 
 
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QUEEN BERTHA or THE VOW 
 
 PREFACE 
 
 The legend that is the subject of tlvs drama is 
 taken from one of the romances of the Twelve Peers of 
 Charlemain " Berte aus '^rans pies " . It is one of the 
 earliest specimens of fronrh literature , being a poem 
 written by Adenez in the thTteenth century and one of 
 the most precious relics preserved in the National Libra- 
 ry in I\-iris . 
 
 The heroine Bertha was the daughter of Chanbert 
 Count of Laon and became the wife of I'epin-'he-Short 
 son of Charles -MarteU ( the Hammerer). At the second 
 coronation of Pepin, by Pope Steven the second in the 
 Church of Saint-Denis in 754, Bertha and her two young 
 sons, Charles and Karlcnnn were also anointed. She died 
 in 783 and her tomb in the vaults o^ Saint-Denis record- 
 ed her grandest title to glory with the spme noble sim- 
 plicity as that of Cornelia . It bore this modest inscrip- 
 tion :"Berta mater Caroli micrni" . 
 
 Oreen Bertha is pr-rhaps more prpub.r under the 
 name of " Rtiie T'cdauqu^ "the goose-footed queen . Her 
 statue is .still to be .sorr in the porticoes of several mo- 
 numents of the pcrird , amoLg.st others the Cathedrals 
 
QUEEN BERTHA or THE VOW 
 
 of Sainte-Penigne of Dijon , of Mans , of Ncvers , & . 
 
 Her cleverntss a( spiinin;^ won her a popu 
 larity the traces of wl-.ich are still lo be found scatter 
 ed about ihe old dcminions cf king Fepin - the - bhcrt 
 and of CIiar;eniain in tJie shaj-e of pro^crVs and i- 
 dioms . '[bus ihe peasantrv rcnmd Toulouse swear yei 
 by the distriff of Queen JY-dauque ; thus , the Italians 
 still sR.y prover')iaUv " Nvi e piu il ien-po che I'erta 
 filava . " ( It is no longer :he time when I'ertha u>ed 
 to spin . ) She is , in sh i-; . tiie popular queen of 
 those good old limes whi.n Alfred v.r.Mh'd the cabes 
 in England and I]er.ha s])i!n ilax in F'rance . 
 
 This drnma . li!:e '.be poem , bears uiwn the 
 substitution of tlie fester -slave . in lieu of the real 
 queen , by beribp ' s nrrse , the " nde \-^eille " Mar- 
 gyste . 1 lie iiuideiit.s hov. ever , h.ivc had to be part- 
 ly altered to siiit the ex'gendes of theatrical repre.-;er.- 
 tatirn . 1 hive str'ven to respect the cither featu.re of 
 the le.cer.d whii ]i cxr-mpiifie- t!;e imponarce and sanc- 
 tity gi\en to a vow . in die medieval ages , even 
 wheri ex'o'ted by threats nnd violence . In tlie roman- 
 ce , Berth..; is made to be the d.ur.dver <■! FV res ■?x(^x 
 Blanchefleiir . kirig ni:d c|ceen of bbmgary . I cannot 
 be severelv blamed for sui)i:>ressing the fictitious" 'nances 
 cf the legend and repiaciig them by the true cnes 
 given biv Ivrtcrv . 
 
 As a sc uel to the events cf this drama let 
 
QUEEX ie':t:ia ;- r//: "o^.v 
 
 it be mentioned that a subsequent legend makes Pope 
 Leo I I I be the son ct the serf and false queen ; I'Orn 
 and bred in mon.ahteries , he slowly rises to pouiitical 
 
 honors . If the chronicles of the limes are to h<c im- 
 plicitly 1 clieved , the son of the stif anointed the sou 
 of Bertha when ( a hisioricai fact beyond doubt ) Po- 
 pe Leo 1 I I placed the crown of the Roman Empire 
 on the head of Charlemain in the year 800 . The cb- 
 
 scorify ihat exisis on ihe private lives of the cele- 
 brated men of the medueval ages prevents our con- 
 trolling the truth of the assertion . Let us give the 
 legend the benefit of the doubt and say wiih the Ita- 
 lians : '' Se non e vero e ben trovato " . 
 
DRAMATIS PERSOM^. 
 
 Pepin tJie Short, l^'mg of Fraace. 
 
 CJiariherfi 
 A Heraldt 
 SimoTii 
 Lothaire, 
 
 LojdSf 
 
 Berthai 
 
 her J^iirse, 
 
 Hilda, 
 
 the Countess, 
 
 Constance^ 
 
 Iscibelj 
 
 Hil^cirdey 
 
 a Gipsy, 
 
 a soldier of I^on. 
 Count of Laon. 
 
 a serf. 
 
 ^ soldiers of Pepin's 
 
 4 body-guard. 
 
 daughter of Charibert' 
 
 a serf. 
 
 her daughter". 
 
 Simon's wife. 
 
 iters . 
 
 f their daught 
 Soldiers , serfs , maids of honor , pagc^ ^ 
 
QUEEN BERTHA or THE VOW, I 
 
 ACT I. 
 
 SCENE L 
 
 The groiauk of the castle of Charibert. The castle is seen in 
 the distance, i 'ouii;^ inaiiiens are engaged in gathering flow- 
 ers.otncrj in tuiniug ^wreaths. HILDA, /lZ/^v e/iter NURSE. 
 
 SONG. 
 
 Sisters haste and cull the flowers. 
 Twist their stems in frai^rant bo.vers. 
 Chase ail cares of mother eirlh. 
 
 Fill the air with joyous mirth. 
 May our happy voi<:es blend, 
 May our songs for ever send, 
 
 'in one unison of love 
 i'rayer and thanks to skies above ! 
 
 NUKSE, 
 
 Let not your joy,in their love-whispered toil 
 Delay your hands. Glad tidings do I bring 
 T:iat'to ni.nble work will speed yo.ir fingers. 
 The loni^-expected herald is at length 
 Witliin tiie precincts of von castle-gates. 
 Howe'er he tarries not. His kinojly task 
 A day's repose forbids ; and wiin his charge 
 He must,ere rested,fast his steps retrace. 
 
 FIRST MAi;jEN' 
 
 Is our Bertha then to leave us n nv ^ 
 
 NUKSE. 
 
 Ere the voung sun hath travelled th.-ju^h its course 
 IJertha shail have to this long-cherished spot, 
 Sent her last kiss,spoken her last farewell. 
 She leaves us,a bride and queen. She begins 
 To-night thit tedious journey that is to lead her 
 Througii Arde ines' woods, unto her future home 
 In Cologne's walls. 
 
 Sl^COND.MAIDEX. 
 
 O heart-rending hour .! 
 Has it thus steaUhily upon us crept .^. 
 
 HILDA. ' ' - 
 
 Teli us ajiain about the coning pageantry! 
 Have allToyai ^erfs been summoned here .-* Say 
 
2 QUEEN BERTHA or THE VOW* 
 
 How she v.ill pledge her maiden vow anon. 
 
 NUKSF. 
 
 The rumor of the Herald ' s arrival 
 Hath beeu widely spread among tiie serfs. 
 Aireailv uiany tioci< and cnnvd ihe gates 
 'io wiliiess th'e betrothing pageantry _ 
 
 And fervent pr.ivef> wim vovous shouts to mingle* 
 Soon wiii our IJcrtha p'lig'itner troth and life 
 By proxy , to the Herald that wo )s hei 
 For his master. The Count wishing to give 
 Great solemnity to this public b.tiuthal 
 HaJi summone'd all loyal vassals to attend. 
 A kingiy gift , a ring, in the presence of all 
 Will bind her to her liege and feudal lord. 
 S u'. leave* us then .She is no longer ours. 
 A;i those virtues wcselhbhly enjoyed 
 '1 ,ij Franks then claim, a higher sphere t'adorilu 
 
 FIRST MAlDiCN 
 
 dreat is the honor rendered unto us ! 
 
 SKCON^:) M AIDKN. 
 
 flut sad , too sad , is the departing hour ! 
 
 Ni'KSi:. 
 'I he protection of the queenly escort 
 In to Laon's valorous swords vouchsafed 
 15nto where Ardenne.N ' woods darken the light. 
 King: Pcp:n s guards, there in arms await . 
 The Herald then will pledge their solemn faith 
 And their true loyalty to the young (2aeen ; 
 His mission cndeci thus he fnei will haste 
 'Gtinst Lombardy conquering troops to lead. 
 Five nights ' encampment and rive days ' long march 
 Through Ardennes 'wo.xis await the iWidal train. 
 Bcvond the forest, on the ne.\re>t r ><id, 
 King Fepin in anxious h.vste advancing 
 Wilt meet his escort and wiii greet his bride. 
 
 SCEA'E W . 
 EHt^r BT.RTHA . M/p saffu . 
 
 BEKTHA . 
 
 Dear companions of my girlish joys , 
 Mv happv lot is to be cast to-day ! 
 W'hile tnia hour parts us to meet* no more 
 Still hail the honor tliat befalls our house ; 
 
QUEES' BKRTIIA or THE VO:^ * 
 
 Bless ye thivday that shinclh on Laoh I 
 
 Our feudal lord calls mc lo share his life 
 
 He deigns to woo her whom he might commaa4* 
 
 hiiare 1:1 my joy and glory in my pride 1 
 
 Cherish the Kiug thai twi'cc shaU be my lord I 
 
 { to a weeping r/iaidtri ) 
 
 <^iia.se far the clouds from such a brilliant Aun ! 
 
 Let not a seltiih tear sadden this glorious day . 
 
 Array thyselve* in garments brighi and gay. 
 
 Despoil me branches of ihcir fairest loaas 
 
 And >et your s nilri be fairer still than them ! 
 
 Haaic yc from he ace ! for swiftly come* the hour 
 
 Wheii I mu«t spc ik the wjrd that makes me queea X 
 
 {Exeu»t maidens.) 
 
 Hilda , tarry ! . . N rse, list yc still a - while I 
 
 My lord, to soothe my future memoric* 
 
 And parting tear, wi^nes some compariioiis 
 
 To follow Beriha from the house of Laon . 
 
 I h-ivc chosen ye , my second mother 
 
 And my foster-'.sister .' Share ye both '^'^ 
 
 The glorious life that smilcth now on mc ! 
 
 All Uuii ye were to Laon 's happy daughter 
 
 To the queen of France be ye ever stiU I 
 
 SCENE III. 
 EfUer a gipsy led by the maidens > 9h4 
 
 FIRST MAIUES . 
 
 List to her prophetic voice \ 
 Let her eye read in your hand I 
 
 SECOND M AIDES . 
 
 Let us all a-while rejoice 
 in the tales of gipsy - land ! 
 
 FIRST MAIDEN . 
 
 Hear ! She boasts to see a - right 
 
 Through liic in, jiic comiiig agcl 
 
 St<-iJND MAIDEN . 
 
 On its darkness casts a light 
 Ai^d in the secret book of fate 
 bhe can read your rcrv page J 
 ukrtha . 
 Lei * • try hei tkill ! .1 * 11 join the sport ! Gitey 
 Take ye thi.^ hand and let me hear its tale. 
 GIPSY . (hokUng BERTHA ' 
 
4 QUL}:y.ni:RTi:A or hie vow . 
 
 Unio ihcc a .sin is born !. . .G:lli;i's g^ory .... 
 
 And a m(;iher ' s pride ! . . His .:.r:in(!sire 's name . . 
 
 Wtli.mt .i:id-gre,U hi:-' him in deeds!... 
 
 }':-OLn e.ist i«> wc.-.t , from north to south ^ 
 
 iiis liamc .shiU cru.^h our icutui.ic foe ! 
 
 liis .ir:n shdl fell the S.traoen !. . Th '-iinperlal star 
 
 Siiines ironi vast Aila.-itic to Ar.ti'ic shares !... 
 
 A higher fame thiii Gallii's ([ueen is ihine. . . 
 
 Thou an ([ueen iJenh <. mother of Charlemain ! 
 
 And yet . . . a slave... the lovest of the low... '■ 
 
 Sorrow . . dark . . deep . . cold . . )iunger . .toil . . 
 
 NURSE . ( ,r/>ar/ ) 
 Bertha a. slave ! 
 
 BERTHA , ( laUi!;Jiini^ . ) 
 Truly, my g -od wcmiin, 
 Thou readest well the bx/K of our iurumes : *■ 
 
 Lut you must mind and read the proper page! 
 
 NUKSK . 
 Worthy gipsv, study my daughter's hand 
 And let me IcnoiV what f ue l.s hers . 
 
 Gii'.^r . [^holdlii^ wiVAiX' s hnnd .) 
 
 Sunshine . ; ' 
 A valiant, noble warrior. . . ye star.s ! . . a crown ? 
 'i hou shalt be (jueen ! ! ! 
 
 NL'ios:-: . ( <7part . ) 
 
 Hildi , my child , a queen ? 
 
 That pige w.is mine , you turned the sheet too lat€ * 
 
 ( Exit ) 
 fil;- T MATDEN" . {:ro?iiL,i//y . ) 
 List to ber pri>pheiic voice ! 
 Her eve boldly reads your hind . 
 
 si':o')xn mai!)En( //V -M/z'/t,' , ) 
 Wc can ne'er, too m.ich rejjice . -. 
 Ill ilic tiles of gyp-y-iand ! 
 
 FlK>T .M\i:)i-N . 
 IIm;-'. Sie b ).LSts to see a-riglit 
 Th:- iuiih the mystic coming age! 
 
 s[-:r. rsf) maidex . 
 She m.ikes dirknessout of light 
 Iju: in the. secret book of fate . -.^-^ .. .• ^,j , - ...^ 
 She wiH-reid another 's page !. 'il'I^^'rh'j'iv ai«. 
 Exctint piir^nhi:^ Gifsv... ) .- . -^ - 
 
QU!CI:jv lU'lRTH : or THE VOW . 
 
 QinH'u ?. 'iioiher .dii'st ih »u Ikmi : w.i.a c.ai she mean? 
 Ca.i 1 believe her . . '.r mLisi 1 distrust . . . 
 
 NLiusi; . {'.ns^ ir.d .:iui Jacssing HIL- 
 I ) \. to her heart . ) 
 
 Yes , she Wis rig i. ... I see it all' .. . Hilda, 
 Ji' thou ch K),est , Iieed not the .i^vp'sy . . . bnt trust 
 Thy mother's jt-ai >js a:id ainbi;i <us' heart !. . 
 li woni.m 's will h is p nver f.^r tnighi: o.i earth 
 Th It uttered proph.-.'y sh dl be fultiJled ! .. . 
 I'll make it tr.ie .' . . wheu. . where . . 1 know not yet 
 IJut it sh ill be !. . Plans rush up )n my br.iin 
 Question me not . . (io I ihii-k ol departure., 
 1 must be alone . . yea I Thou sh.ilt be queen ! ! ! 
 
 HILDA. (A>//) 
 
 Th It look, those words., th it i>ro;)hetic au«^ur . . 
 My tr.mblintj heart falis to conceive and trust. 
 1 tear ;ui utiknown harm, foresee no coming joy. 
 liut it t'were true . . . Clod help me through my fate • 
 
 (/r.r//) 
 
 ^'fft"- «;' T.nTKRS, v\ svLs . '///sEKFs or Laofi 
 (omi'ig by degrees from evsry- side . 
 
 soi.Dir.i; . 
 1 .3 he. e they meet . 
 
 sF.itr . 
 Art sure ? 
 
 VASSAL . 
 
 1 h >ld it 
 From the very li;\s of t!ie va ivnt knight 
 U.ir great kiiig sends to fetch his bride* 
 SOLHIKR . 
 
 We all 
 
 Hive s'en h.m as he re-^'ed in our camp 
 On Ivs way hither : and 'tis thus we staricd 
 To see the glorious sight ! 
 
 T'is a fine day for Laon J 
 
 sor/)iK't . 
 Chr.rlbert h ith been a faiihful vas.sal to his king, 
 T'iri an honor ih it he deserveth well . 
 
 VASSAL . 
 
 Hash ! ihj processio i cones I Ba:k ! Cieir a space! 
 
6 ^(7^^.v jr:::TH.i ../ yiiz vow . 
 
 Et/jr c'iVRiiniriT , ^z.// ///• cyS"E^^ of lvox whith their 
 <^uiU . Si-ie/Uct t y ^ ihe H :it\L > iiJ his rctiniie \ later y BER- 
 y r - ani ki^r M .. s , ili:.r)A , NJ-f.rc , T/iiEi^ . 
 
 CRDWD ( srJjting ) 
 i^uag live our noble Couni ! 
 
 CUMUiiExr . {i3 the ik'ivlo ettters .) 
 This valKiiit knight, 
 S )Hier.s and serfs, is sent us by t'le '<ing. 
 
 Ci<jvViJ {s.iliHin^ ) 
 L y.\% live ih-2 king ! 
 
 C'lARinr.RT . 
 Li ^t all wiih j>y lh\ine[iillel :mor 
 W"..n whicti I'n'/ king re^j lys my 1 »y.il life 
 ij-L , 1 sirvel liin wall; with b*').)!', with iie.irt and hand 
 Mis t.uh..r too an 1 Fr.mce as l')viagiy . 
 F );• f »i- V veii-.s t'nis arm dealt m-rtai' blows 
 l.) .>11 her enemies . . .The S.ir xens 
 r -It weil i>.e wei<iht of Lum's b.itte-axe 
 VVnen P>ntiers' plains ran red wiih Moorish blood 
 As on their broken ranks I struggled through, 
 VViih MarlCi's gl )ri ous banner by my side 1 
 In [h iringia , in Bavaria , aloag 'ihe Rhiiie , 
 1 he suuaiv Sr.Kons loo have learnt to fear my sword I 
 Ikit when 'old age and wounds and grief combined 
 Weakened mv arm and dimmed mv sight 
 T 1 V nn.icr m^a 1 sally left the ht-ld . 
 leaia -v »a!d n »l sje m'- white-haired valor 
 L o.'de I b.' yoi;.'afal kiiights : he vassilel me 
 T ) h's own' c.-owa , a id tr > a tint glorious dav 
 Ta- J 'unts of Laon the king alone obey ! ( Cheers . ) 
 A stid higher revard awaits me ; our king j >in.s 
 d he blood of Laon to the blood of France ! ( Cheers . ) 
 
 CK')Wi) , 
 L-yng live ;hc king ! L>ng live the Count of Laon ! 
 
 M;::R\Ln . ( to RKRrHv entering) 
 Noble mxilea . wh )se gentle beauteous charms'^, 
 Far spreau bv f.^me but fairer still to view 
 Have touched' my mighty lord ... dei^n kindly smile 
 ,A sweet consent to the suit , he humblv 
 Ihn-ugh vv.- iips doth proffer, ddiy h u'.d he begs 
 Hjpin^ vhy'lieari by tender lovc to win 1 
 
QUEEy BERTH A or THE VOW . 
 
 B :rt lA . 
 Knight , my trembli i ._2; lips can scared v utter 
 'iiiose words you seek . Hear in mv faltering tones, 
 Ke;id in my blushes, what faiw my' lips would tell ; 
 it graieful 'joy and loving heart cuuld speak 
 Then -.vcrc I his ! 
 
 HERALD . ( '■di'hilst two pa^es advance and pre- 
 sent jcweLs kneeling . ) 
 Liidy , receive these Humble offerings 
 The jewels bearing the arms ol Gain a 
 Sign ,irid pledge of your new queenly rank . 
 
 {takes a rin<r fro n his Ji.i^.-r a'uf puts it on ber- 
 iMvV, whilst ///^"countess <rr'A/ nurse array hu- -uith 
 iiLc croun , cJiaiu ai.a (kIi . ) 
 
 This ring , .he king's own si^^/.et , bin.ls vou now to him . 
 iaas, on my knee.-, must I n )W do tlicc h :>ma<^e 
 B^^iina, king Tcpin's bride ai.d Gallia s queen T 
 
 ( Rown . 
 L )ug may her smile brighien tl^e pr.th of France ! 
 
 I^l-.KlilA . 
 
 Fa/iur , I wouM thiit Hilda a^d my nurse 
 iruii-uwca my steps . 
 
 LIlAKir.ERT . 
 
 I grant your mild request : 
 Avih do M.ore . 1 hit i ' 
 
 They go with yod . I \\\\\ do u^ore . 1 hit serf 
 \\ h.')m once y(vjr praters did save tVoiu mortal doom 
 iJuuer yon casde-gaits, Tybers I give ;!ife too . 
 A laiihiul squire , it grati'tuce Le eanliiv. 
 
 BERTH A . 
 
 M )st kind fatlicr ! I d u-ed n n h rp-2 as much ! 
 
 CHAKIBEKT . 
 
 Tylers , advance ! '1 hoii art no lopger ndue . 
 u'i. lin. king's signet swear fic'eliiy""! 
 
 - TYBERS . ( k.u:c/ing end toi.ching the ring on 
 BERTH A 'i- hand . ) o ^ * 
 
 In peace or war , my life will shield h.er own ' 
 
 CHAKIBERT . 
 
 Accursed is perjury on eardi nnd heiiven ! 
 
 -^J-^^y^^^- {<tistrilyjtting pn-esents to 
 the maidens from a cas/cct a page has brought her . 
 iJear sisters mine, these simple trinkets keep 
 in memory of our early h.-r)p\- davs . 
 WLiwii \cu wear them .'the i'mr.ge of Bertha 
 
8 O'j'ULX BERTHA or THE VOW , 
 
 Will stind bv yOLi and wliisper in your ear , 
 jicr LCi.der i.'jvc .lud her most vivid thoughts. 
 
 ( to the cfO'iUd . ) 
 Ye ill ends all , whose kind loving presence 
 i' mches my heirt in iis most .-.ecrei strings 
 join me in prayer and bless me in your hearts. 
 {All huf'd or hci their s-or.L; , ii.::an.\ uLnu stand- 
 ,r . ) Faihcr ot ail , Thou almighty Will 
 
 "" That for our g )'-i direcicth aa uur lives 
 
 S uile u,j>on Thy d lugiiier as siie prays to Thee . 
 
 /Give to her a >vise and willing spirit 
 To ''•uide her thr mgh iier ae.v aad sei'l ous pith. 
 Give her th.it p )\ver \o ple.ise , iiiu Wiu 
 To her , the heart ot Fepin bind . 
 Give health and lite and stre.igih to aU she loves ! 
 Iho^e she leaves , she trusts unto Thy care . 
 She knows, I'h )U wilt no maiden's prayer' forsake . 
 T) hi n she weds, give p).ver and strength . 
 So;id viciorv unto hi-, vui.iiii arm ! 
 Th u soon he nviy , in pe ic- .uU plenty, reign 
 Wiiii Iv-rih fs lov'c and h.ppy France's vows ! 
 
 CUUWI) . 
 
 O Lord ill tleaveu , listeu to ur prayer ! [they arise . ) 
 
 CHAKIBERT .( klSSUlg BEKTilA . ) 
 
 Farewell . mv chill ! . . .a good daughter thou wert , 
 l^'-ove ye a.-, goo..l a wife ! 
 
 couxriiss . ( e/n)r,i€i/ig Jwr . ) 
 Tni-, parting lour 
 Rends my poor hear and chills my tev.^r'd veins ! 
 Aiayest ihou lc happy , that ha])py madest mt ! 
 ( to NURSE layiiii^ Iifr haiut on /ur shoulder . ) 
 N\n-:ie . . love her deany . . watch her vvidi care . . 
 
 NUKSE . 
 
 Trust me . . . she'll take th-j place of my own child ! 
 
 ( idde . ) 
 
 You liaie think how true tho.-,e words s'uill prove! 
 
 { 1'. ciirsiv , NUii^E ad \v\a^\ iiel iheiusdves and 
 ■i'.rcoly djpirt w'th TVai-Liis, thj H::ivr.i) , his retinue and 
 i'u soldiers of Laon . The coJXTii.ss supports herself on 
 .^AWAV.vwx^ s' shoulders forming a group with the Pages 
 :;!iii ^ ( ii'\ y-S 
 
 CROWD . {foluiwing BERTHA . ) 
 
 Long li'/e king i'epin ! Long live queen Bertha ! 
 
QUEEX BERTHA or THE VOW 
 
 ACT 11 . 
 
 SCENE I . 
 
 The forest of Ardennes . A'i:^ht . The soldiers of Pe- 
 pin are jiniSfiiHi^ the prjj:^.i,\uijns for the nii^iii's eneamp- 
 /ne/U . Kudu lenis are .spread on the 7des. A center one ^ 
 larger ccnd more tastcfiu . iU':ai:1\. , .NjiisK and liii^DA a// 
 i'lree veded ^ are seen to e-ner it . Camp fi/e . 
 
 LOTiIAIliE . 
 
 Our second niglit is ihi.s . tiow man}- more 
 ^re we reach me ro id ag,iin ? 
 
 LOUIS . 
 
 Only three ? 
 
 LOfllAIRli . 
 
 O-dy three ?. . . K>/^ may s ly , o/dy brother , 
 
 iiat thj Oaeen mast ih\nk o /ty a gre.it deal. 
 
 LOU IS . 
 
 ' I'ls a hard life for one .-,•) y)ung , for one 
 Who never kiiew a d.iy's taiigue . 
 
 LjirLVIKli . 
 
 Ker nurse 
 And her maiden bear it as well as she . 
 
 LOUIS . 
 r:.> ihe rirst crran.l ot ihe kin I I run . 
 I >ft have 'scurre J caitie , to jd and slaves 
 iJat ne'er a kingiy bride . 
 L'jniAiRi-: . 
 
 I wish -.ve could 
 S(.e our charge's face. I h >[jo she's prettv . 
 Fjr i cihould naie to .-^cvvq an ugiy .|.ieen . 
 
 LOUIS . 
 
 rhat's you ! . . Perdition for a pretty face ! 
 
 L'.irHMKE . 
 Well . I'd rather have an ugly hidy 
 Aid a gOi)d c[ueen ! The lady's for the king 
 The queen's for nie . 
 
 LO'JIS . 
 
 'i'liere yoa are right , Lothaire ! 
 Comrades, good n'gh; ! 
 
 LOldAIRE . 
 
 Good nig'nt ! 
 
10 nu::Ex bep.tha or the vow . 
 
 SOLDIERS . ( Entering their tents . ) 
 GjjJ night ! 
 
 SCENE I I . 
 
 Silencs ani dz^-kness . nj^-SE leaves the royal t'-'^nt ana 
 se.'ns to wait fo>' so.-n.-: o-i'. . >ul'^\ 7v itches her frojfi the 
 eitraici aii t'leii slo.o y ajp o.^chcs her . 
 
 HILIJA . 
 
 Wily so wakeful , m-Hii-r ? . . Way tarry so? 
 T:ie camp's asleep . , aad .ve must jouriiey yet . . 
 
 NIJKSE . 
 
 Ljave me , Hilda ; dismrb me not . 
 
 HILDA . MuLher , 
 
 Th lu concealest somethins^ fnim thv dauLjhter . . . 
 
 NUKsiC . ( ciressi/ij:^ her a^i niring'y . ) 
 <) mv beautiful child ! H }\v well a crowa 
 W )uld suit thy bro.v ! . ■ fruiy , ihou must be queen ! 
 
 HILDA . 
 
 A IS ! ihe dreim's too fair to hp a truth . 
 
 NURS!-: .( wit// a i te- frii-uii look . ) 
 Trust m: , daughter . . 1 ne'er ii ivo failed thee yet . • 
 Tae gipsy truly said . ,' Tho i shalt be queen ! " 
 
 HILDA . 
 
 U.t hj.v? 
 
 NURSE . 
 This nighr may lift thee to a throne . 
 Hilda'. 
 This night ? . . What mem you ?. . . 
 NUKsk . 
 
 Anv.ver me , Hilda , 
 W ).ildst: thou enjoy a regii life . . a crown . . . 
 y n- lord , a vaiia'at pr:u:e . . . for court . a host 
 U^ kuights and m lidens tremoiing at thy look. 
 Wo ildai ih ju be queen , queen of the Franks, of Neustria ? 
 
 Hilda . 
 The wife of Pepin ! . . Mother , why picture 
 Taese scenes ihat ne'er can be ? What canst thou mean ? 
 l>j;\ha is his bride , and three days . . 
 
 NURSE . 
 . . ^ Bertha 
 
 :s .ns bride ; full well . She's not vet . . . his queen, 
 .i..-la, what righ. , .vaat sacred right ha^ she 
 
(2(J':EX 3ERTHA or THE VOW . 
 
 To be Ihas honorerl ? . . Beauty, heart and youth 
 laoLi .list the s.inie . .:uv , more . , for natu'e proved 
 A lavish tricnd lo ihee , whilst to von foster - child 
 vSiiedid not even give two feet alike 1 
 Again I say , w hy ca.iv. u\ >a not be queen ? 
 
 HILDA . 
 
 Her mother's noble - b.)rn . . . mine is a serf . . . 
 
 _ XoK.^E , 
 
 T.\iis then, the fault is 'u/'i,; mt f^ii'/:.' and yet 
 :[isi //-f^.v , lienua's iuag ^ompa licn , 
 13ertha-s equai in al! the woriU .i.)ih prize, 
 . last //io:i sjffer, because //// birth was io.v, 
 Had be to - mjrrj«v LJjriiii's siave ? 
 
 II 
 
 HILDA 
 NURSE 
 
 Slave : ! ! 
 
 What else ? 
 
 What art thou but a serf , t^ co n-tlv maid 
 By Bertha.s fancy turned ? Wnat slialt ihoj be ? 
 A cast - off toy , doomed to neglect and srorn 
 i le lesoised o am jered pupoet jl an h >ur : ' 
 i inak not thou canst for ever as before 
 Divide with her both her pleasure and oain • 
 :s>l In the c..art of king l^c,J^:, , my chad ' 
 vViU oe tne clnld of an abiiorre-l ra'ce ' 
 iiei-Jia viil reap qaeeuiv h )a3:-s and love ; 
 i uee, they'll sparn , despise and scora an 1 iau-h at ' 
 ^1- fitc that crjwns /wr h iris vou froui her side '^ * 
 i>ai it ..;ii/t^ IS the fault let the revenge be mine •' 
 i nuu shait be qaeen , ihy m odicr tells thee sj] ' 
 
 HILDA , 
 
 What canst thou do to alter fate ? 
 
 XL'KSE . 
 
 .p, . ,. r r Listen : 
 
 I ue soldiers of Laon are no longer h^re 
 d'iie Herald too has left us . Peui j's ^niards 
 K'vjw not our features . Oar vei'ls forbid 'n 
 Vour forms are much alike . . . and in three days 
 Waen thou appear'st with jewelled diadem 
 fusing thy veil, to meet k^ig Pepin's cr^ze 
 W 1) can but cry ''Hail Benha I Hail our^ueen ' 
 , r , "^^^^-^ ( • trembling . ) 
 
 Mother . . . Bertha ? . . . "^ ^ 
 
12 nUEEN 3Er,T:iA or THE VOW . 
 
 NURSE . 
 
 An.i wliea thy lord hath seen 
 Thy dazzUng lojk^ by rich array enhanced 
 Ramor , he'ii say , his been to thee untair ; 
 n'is queen excee'ds tlv„ ueaaiy ti ne h id spread . 
 
 HiL > V .( with incrcassed agitatio'i . ) 
 Mather . . .Beriha ? . . . 
 
 NURSE . 
 
 Berilia will not harm thee 
 Tybers will sjc she breaihe oa. few m >re wards . . . 
 
 HILDA .( horror slnic/c . ) 
 Mother ! ! ! 
 
 NURSE . 
 
 Daughter , (.lid-^L ihou tremole ? 
 rilLDA . 
 
 Her death ? 
 T'is not her fault if I was bora a serf . . 
 S'ae's iuaoccui . . . 
 
 NUK>E . 
 
 Yea . . still. . when she doth die 
 Tiien art thou qaeca : 
 
 HILDA . 
 
 U mo; ler , dispel the thoaght ! 
 Heaven would ne'er forgivc ^.) vrai a cnnie . 
 
 \Ui<>i-: . 
 Wi-echcd follv ! T is i leaven ommands it, 
 Sends us the'mean.^ I'acconipli.^'i its ;)uri>)se . 
 Hc.irdsr thou the word . thai throngh ilu- gipsy's lips 
 lljivvj.i A-hispered a« ? Hark :" Thou shah be queen ! '' 
 Aid lo ! airc^nics to help the dcGd . ^■)st ihiuk 
 Heaven abandons th vse wh > l-hnd oiicy ? 
 
 HILDA . ( bdwlldjred . ) 
 1. it thjn s)? . . Th'inv3u-.,'d prvjphccy 
 Di nates her dooii . . . my p) -r Ber.ha ! yet . . still 
 O Ciil hji- u ): . . Leave her hjre . . . 
 NURSE . 
 
 Death alone 
 Qxx shelter us . 
 
 HILOV . 
 
 Q h -n-id deed ! . . Bat if 
 Perchance her parents cnme . . 
 
 NURSE . 
 
 Fear nought .The Count is old , 
 
q-j':ex j::::t:ia or th2 vow . . 
 
 Far fro.n tliis -vorld liis woiiads will send hi'ii soon . 
 ir^i-iiia's moLh::r wo-iid li a^e io:lo\ve-i .ur sicp.-> 
 ii.ui :v^e ail 1 liealtb .siiii held ihcir woiiied awav , 
 li.ic it sj lie d ly . . . ihey j'HiniLv'J here . . ihink'st ihou 
 'I'.iy Wfiiciitui ii.nher c )a.^ hol vVcird ihem ort . . . 
 \S^- a sweet t.iie . . -or some stiil swecier . . . draaght'i 
 j )jrney.s iheie arc ta.ii iiu'tr rudch tlicir purpose . 
 >j.ii aim . . //i(t7/- J juniey wo.iid ... 1 vvdrrdnt ye 
 i'.icy'd soon mec;. iieruia . 
 
 HIL;JA .( cl^ha-/ . ) 
 
 O :io/ior ! 1 ! iiiother ! 
 
 NURSK . 
 
 An th)u my cliill aud irenule .-^ Shame oa diee ! 
 I'hou aidSL will I ly ae v loi , i ([ueenly heart possess. 
 Cj ) .) Jiy te.it uii sleej a.v.iy t ly fear's. 
 
 Ij.iil HILDA . NORSE , lUUiC/ieS tJu Ccl.JlJ) , 
 
 SJ/L^/C III. 
 Eaieri Ti'iJiiRs JJij s i iie . 
 
 Who's there.''. .A.\ ti >a I'yuers ? 
 
 Ti'iiiiKS . 
 
 Yes , nurse t'is he , 
 
 XLTRSE . 
 
 H i>t diou th-u thought tli m caast achieve the deed .^ 
 J inA ihee tra.y . . on; )d ai.si liow . . a uie 
 U -part . . . Hast thoa couraije ? 
 
 TvBEa.-i . 
 
 Why do you ask ? 
 I were no soldier if blood trighieaea me .' 
 
 NUKSli . 
 
 13 J sides . oae single bi) v . . 
 
 Tl'lJiiRS . 
 
 I'rust me for lint ! 
 Give me the money and leave me the deed . 
 !>a ;.v me the vicu n ! 
 
 NUKSE .{j(hrin<r hi.')i a purse . ) 
 Ihi^ i> I he moiiey 
 And there sleeps the vhjd n . {S-ie lifi^ tJie drapery of 
 i 'J tent revealing UKRiaiA asleep . ) 
 
 TVBiiRs .( horror -strzick . ) 
 
 l'riace.,s Bvrtha .! . . . 
 WiUi ; art thou mad 1 
 
14 C2C7EE.V Br:rrHA or riiz VJ'.V . 
 
 NURSE . ( lookufi^ fixedJy at him . ) 
 No , buL am anibiti as . . 
 And a mother. . . and love my own child be.- 1 . . . 
 You gucbS my p,u-pos- . . .Meihinks , 1 see Uiee wince? 
 Wliere's the 'ciarage that so reckless proved ? 
 
 I last iOit it already .^ 
 
 Ti'BER.S . 
 
 i fear not the deed. . . 
 U it the risk ! 
 
 NURSE . 
 Risk ! i^ro.n wli-^nce can it arise ? 
 tlc^r sleep is soiad . r or such , i dru.4^;ed her cap . 
 '1\> mc rippling lorrent Wv.- i.itely cr.j-..soJ 
 I^.-'ir ncr iij^ai. lorm . . . o.ie oio^v . . lis waters :h-^n 
 W 11 ii ) the rcsi . . . and keep die secret too . . . 
 No wiu.e.^s to ihe dee. i , . . a. id my daughter, 
 Kj leen bv voar hind . will noi f irgei yoar aid . . 
 i^'ower ind'g.fio will fiow Iro'n graiefui hearts.. 
 Yon m IV be tree . . squire . . iioi)le . . n.axca- . . 
 i era 10-^'. . JiL^^'^e?' . . it ihna art aviOitious ! 
 'i le k\a: . . might //i'e . and liie queen be grateful ! 
 Is gold more i'*'ihoe mm glory? Hold Uien -{^^un^ig 
 hi^i a purse , ) I'he ([ leen shall treble ail ! 
 
 TVIJEK.^ . 
 
 Nj more , his settled . 
 ( //j L):u^r^ 'iil:> 'vizjr and enters iJie tut w':ust the 
 Nu'asE lift^ the d. apery ; tie carries of hertha asleep and 
 diiOp.ars in the fored heh nd the tents . ) 
 
 xuii.sE . ( p.dling a da^^cr out of her 
 deejs.) 
 
 \\ I r^t ihou refused , , thy life would have bee i s'lo-t . 
 'i'lii-, ic life had iouiid my heart ere thou had's>. .ime tofear. 
 
 SCLNE I V . 
 
 A dense pvt of iUe forest A stream aud torrent . 
 Eater r.".;i-:R. threiiin^ his iv y t>irouj:;h t'le roc'cs with 
 p. :.u';i\ aslejp in his arms . sie lays her down, and takes 
 ids ha.tchet . 
 
 TVilERS . 
 
 'TU pitv thri.di, to e;i>l diy life s:) Roon . 
 
 II ) V s.veet iur -.mie , niOLhiuks she drea ns of ho.iie , • 
 ■ i\a a cruel t i,e that s^ops s) fa r a-|drea n . . 
 
 'lais wretched task fain .vou.i I abandon . . 
 
QUREX 3ERTHA or THE VOW . 15 
 
 Yet I must Oil . To ) late it is to think ... 
 H lO ! As guileicss m.i ly o:ie kills in war . . 
 
 li c.ir.i^ .( auuikiiij^ ) 
 H )W cold to-ai,^ht ! . A drem ? . . Wiiere an I? 
 
 rv;5EKs ( MLth upllfud h.itchet . ) 
 Prepare thyself tor deaih ! 
 
 BS.<rd\ . ( rising ) 
 
 Help . ! Murder ! ! Nurse ! ! 
 Ti'ii;-:;<s . ( hilii.tr her ,'?/ the arm . ) 
 Toy cries are vain ; no in jnal sjjiid can here 
 Tjucli a morial ear . 
 
 O oiercy ! Pity 
 My youLig life . . . Wiiat hannhave 1 e'er done thee? 
 
 T/ {.iRS . 
 
 N ) ie . rhy cri ne lies io Lay p uh . It crosses 
 i iie pata of might ! 
 
 BblRTIA . 
 
 Kaj^vest thou who I am ? 
 The Ljrd of Li")a , my ia hur . . . King Pepin 
 Cliims me f >r bri;:!e . . . What enemies can vie 
 With such i^i miglu ?. . . Thinkest thou mv ill-late 
 Will laavenged reiniin ? rhiak awhile . .'then 
 Protect my p iiii . . . esc.orc me back to Laon 
 Sa/e me fro n harm . Pardon i promisf* thee 
 I'he k'.ag's b >a:ity aod my old pareat'.'i love. 
 rVBBRS . 
 
 Tis easy now to promise fair . . . but if 
 Tlirough every danger I did rescue thee 
 The 1 >ve a Ki 'b )u;)iy so freely w irranted 
 Perchaace oiight prove steel-chains and dungeon deep , 
 O- yec a s'ljner f ite . . .They'd give me gold 
 A. best . . . gold 100 is paid for this . 
 BER rn \ . 
 
 Pity ! 
 ( resignedly ) 
 
 1 YBERS . 
 
 No more , prepare ! 
 
 BERTHA 
 
 If th IS I must now dfe 
 Let me prav . . . One single favor will I 
 Mv heavenly Lord bestech . Grant it He will ! 
 I want to see the man that ran f<.r gold 
 Strike such a dastard blow ! {S'l: sufdenly dashes of his 
 
i6 Qy:J^X 3ERTHA cr THE VOW , 
 
 ]idifiet\ he drops her arm 6-" turns away his head ,) 
 
 Tybers ! ! ! Tybers ? ,tis thoiS ? 
 . hou canst find heart to strike ia her fair path 
 The young daLu;hter of thy lord p-I m ; ; er ? 
 Hast thou for;]jot that her hand s'T ' ■•• i Ihee 
 When foul de^;eflion had forfeiled iny Jde? 
 
 ler lips they wc.e ibit spoke in mercy's cause ; 
 . /er voice it wms m..: raised pity's deep cry ; 
 /' ^■\ yon can sirike her yet ? . . . Foul perjury 
 ...id deep ingi-aliiude go hand in hand ! . . . 
 Three days elipscd since thou didst swear a vow 
 'linding , solemn , fearful , to die f.)r me 
 And mc thou klil'sl? . . Tybers , if I must die 
 .\[y last wish hear . To Heaven 1 bequeath 
 The cire t'avenge me ! By this saci-ed rin:^ 
 Thou kaowest well , may the price o£ my blood 
 .:,:ke scorching fires forever burn thy hands ! 
 Th' unholy gofd thy children shall pursue 
 With equal curse . Long v»Tetched sleepless nights 
 ohall r.^xk thy brain , while toriuring spirirs 
 1 T hissing tones , into thy trembling ears , 
 iL^.'iirnall/ shall raise the cry of " liiood " ! 
 On thy 'perjured brow, in gore-stained letters 
 The w'orld shall read the name of the " Accursed ^^ | 
 q'hoa shalt cry for death to end thy misery 
 And life shall' be thy lot ... a living curse 
 Un perjury , on treason and on blood ! 
 My prayer is ended . . . Strike ! 
 
 TYBERS . ( Throwing his hatchet in the strtam 
 I cannot ! Live ! 
 f/ive but to be wretched .Thy lot is dark . 
 ' V<ul enemies surround thee . . . seek ihi.' death . . , 
 
 to live thou must be dead to them . My life 
 Would pay mv weakness, thine still be forieit . 
 Make me a ro'emn vow that ne'er a word 
 A sign , a thought , divulge ihy origan . 
 
 ihy life is at this price . 
 
 BERTHA . 
 
 Renounce niy rights ? 
 My name , my rank and proud inheritance ? 
 
 TYBERS . 
 
 ■ if jj/ou were known to live t'were death to both , 
 5wear or 1 strike ! 
 
quel:: j^.:r:/j or nr:: rjir . 17 
 
 BERTHA . ( a? he Uyts his fit ^<'•r . ) 
 s.vear ! 
 
 TVBERS . 
 
 Forget it not ! 
 (five me thy coronet , thy chain and girdle . 
 \Af errand done , these spoils will help to prove . 
 Wander from hence . Cio not on F^epiii's lards 
 Dinger urks around ni n ! {As fie goes^ /u tur.ts round 
 1-;-* sees Bertha i nnovahle w:tk horr'ot . He unfastens his 
 Calk , throws it on her shoulders &* rasfus away . ber- 
 tha folioivs him wiih her eyes , falls on h^r ktuei , 
 c'.isps her hands (2r» faints . The moon rises . ) 
 
 SCENE V . 
 
 rhe c-.vhp as in Scene I . Night . NURSE is at the royal 
 t'lt , awaiting anxiously . Enter TVBERii rapidiy , 
 
 NUltSii . 
 Well ? 
 
 TVBERS . 
 
 'Tis done ! Nol.ly she proved herself 
 The vaiicUU daugiiier of .j. vaii.iut race. 
 Till strength K.iitd her, she struggled h r her life. 
 'I'hinking to disarm mc , she mre .v iny hate \--tl 
 I . the stream . . . She little thought I'had a uag<'-er . , • 
 i' i.i.ks to it , she s'K)u followed my hatchet *^ 
 
 i : ttie noisy toiieni ! 
 
 NURSE . 
 
 How can you prove 
 Th'accomplished deed ? 
 
 TYBERS . 
 
 This chain and coronet , 
 :.tr girdle too I bring . 
 
 NURoE . 
 
 And the king'^ s'.jnet .'* 
 
 TYBliRS . ( di!:iiu\> d { 
 
 The ring ? . . I could noi lake it , . . 
 
 NO USE . 
 
 'Tis p'tv . ^ ^ 
 {>it we must act . R<"'h-e nnd so.)n wcM siiiitk 
 V n- help. Pursue iiu, -..ty l^ifoi.-.ting ij che oppo: lie side 
 J ■■) / whence he c:i-n,^ . 
 
 ■'.•ViiidRs . 
 
 i ovW iuy pdii. . 
 
t8 QlEE^: 5LRTHA cs TIIE VOW . 
 
 ( TJi^y aU r.ippii^ir . S:!e;icc . Sdllm'y , hil'JA , imvdlea 
 no caring BerfluVs jewels , rushes on the stage , folloiued by 
 X J RsE , both shrieking . 
 
 NURSE . HILDA . 
 
 Help ! Help ! Mercy ! S.op ihein ! Soldiers ! Help ! Help ! 
 
 NtjiisK . ( falling faint i . the middle of th^ 
 s^age that is ra.pidly filling ■oidi .soldiers . ) 
 .rly daughter ! Save my daug;hLer I 
 
 iiiLUA . ( supporting her . ) 
 
 Hilda ! my sister ! 
 
 no; \v!'!i ner 
 
 They're esc.ipi 
 
 tybeHs . 
 
 This way , men I Come ! 
 I see them ! Haste ! No quarter ! Death t'> them ! 
 
 SOLDIERS . {following him . ) 
 Revenge ! Dealii : Coai.adcj , quick to tli.- iescue ! 
 
 ( Exeunt . A puu^e . ) 
 HILDA . ( bending over her . ) 
 Mother , they are gone ! 
 
 NURSE . ( rise's slowly ; looks round 
 a'lciouslv ^i then sciz.^s htlda'^ head in her hands &* 
 draws hersdf at her full height , whispering : 
 My daughter ^ thou art queen ! ! ! 
 
 AQT E ! I . 
 
 SCENE I . 
 
 A public road on thi lioiits of the forest of Ardennes . 
 On one side , a cottage . Enter from it si^/iox , with au 
 
 axe , CONSTANCE , HILGARDE (Sr^lSABEL . 
 SIMON . 
 
 Lasses tarry not ! 
 
 CONSTANCE . 
 
 Ear!) we xuust return . 
 
 SLMON . 
 
 If we are late the soldiers and the crowd 
 May be so dense as to prevent oi^r passing . 
 
QUEEN Bi:RrilA or THE VOW , 19 
 
 HTLGATIDE . 
 
 Tor ail the world 1 would not miss the sight ! 
 
 ISABEL . 
 
 No more v;ould I . I never saw the king . 
 
 HILG.VRDE . 
 
 Bertha I yish to see especially . 
 
 cosisTAKCE . ( closing the. door . ) 
 Let us make haste ! Sooner gone , sooner come I 
 SOXG . 
 The cock sings out th ^approach of day , 
 The lark is up , the sparrow's g:iy 
 The merry woodman plies his way 
 Nature's all life and night's n^v^v . 
 ( T/i^y slowly disappr'ar in the forest . ) 
 
 SCENE II. 
 
 Eftter BERTHA //'0//t an elevation in the forest 
 'zvlih faltering steps dr" haggard looks . Her hair is 
 
 j^ri'jn . /?,♦;' dres< is soildl *jr* torn , cr*jvi^ /x ivi apt in 
 Tybers'' cloak . S'le pauses ■>* rests on a tree at the 
 £dgd of the height . 
 
 BERTHA . 
 
 When will this forest cad 'i . . This is a road 
 Methiiiks I . . Do I see right r* . . Is that a hut ? 
 The welcome s^'^n of banyan life at last !( Descends) 
 ^Tis not too so>n . . . fiu-thcr ... I could ajt go . 
 
 ( She staggers across the stage &^ knocks at the door . 
 A wretched wanderer implores yo'ir help ! 
 Open , for Heaven's sake ! . . Give me some food I 
 Open thy door ! . . I faint for want of resc 
 .\nd bread ! . . Open ! ( Listens ) 
 
 No sDund ! No sis^n of life ! 
 iMust I then die ? Is my doom i,eaied ai last i . . 
 For two whole days and nights did I wildlv wander 
 1:1 yon dease woods ... no sound of huin.iu voice 
 No trace f)t human steps , . . rluiigcr , fatigue , 
 Assailed me boui . . i struggled on . . . at last 
 A shelter here I ! ! ( Ttif; to open ) 
 
 Cruel derisive ivape I 
 '["his cottage , my last ione chance , is empty ! I ! 
 Fate , 1 thank thee I ! !'i hou canst do no more ': ' 
 The worst is come \ Now , 1 mu.->r pray for death , , 
 Why sho.uId I pray ? To whom .^ is there ^ God ? 
 
20 QuFlEN BERTHA or THE VOW . 
 
 An A-"nightv Rei^g r.l! jist and powerful? 
 
 s^\\& i a:?. iaLcd mus . . . O wrcicheU girl ! 
 
 What thoughts are these 'i My mind denies its Lord ! 
 
 1.^ then nvv reisoa failing ? ( '/// rjifcatina; a fjw steps 
 
 ^h3 touches a ire^ ; she rushes forward . ) 
 
 Strike me not ! ( She stagers 
 falls on her kn es ^ buries her face in her hanus . ) 
 'jiclp ! rily ! iHcrcy ! < A pause ; she lifis her head . ) 
 
 Was he there ? What sound 
 S;ruck my ear? 'Twere too merciful to die . . . 
 I am alone . . . alone with misery . . , 
 
 And m\ own wretcheduess ! . . Shame on those 
 Who brought me thus ! Who can tliey be y Pepin "^ 
 The man said " Beware I danger lurks on Pepin's lands" 
 liat whv ? Heavens 1 1 ! Has he another love ? 
 X'/ny seek me then y ' T-.s perhaps this woman 
 ^./ho jeilous proves. . . and thus her rival kills? 
 Who e'er they be ... 'us cruel . . . cruel . . shame ! 
 .dy poor head . . . my eyes fail me ! ( Lavsdoun . ) 
 
 O mother I 
 i i iw sweet tliy songs . . . ihey chase bad dreams away, 
 S^veei sisiers . . . h )W fair your smiles . . . look on me 
 As 1 slu Tiber... I feel so safe anil you all. . 
 Kiss me , mother . . dear friends . . . go nl night » 
 
 ( Faints . ) 
 
 SCENE! II. 
 
 The song of the peasants is heard in the distance . 
 Enter Constance, simon , hilgarde ^ Isabel ivith 
 branches &^ faggots . 
 
 CONSTANCE . 
 
 We've harried well . No crowd appears as yet . 
 
 HILGAKHE . 
 
 'Tis better so , we'll see th<m all arrive . 
 
 siMos .( f///-v/A/o/.''- against bektha . ) 
 What's h. re > A woman 'i Wife ! 
 
 cuNbTANCi-: . ( T/iey all throw their bun- 
 dles down ^ rush to hektha . ) 1 fear she's dead I 
 
 HTLGAR11E . 
 
 How pale and sad ! _ ; 
 
 CUN'STANCE . ( K^eelinr ^ 'iuppnrtina^ her 
 head . ) Hush ! yet meihinks she breathes . 
 
 Give me your il-sk,maii; lapses, chalt iivr liaads . 
 
quee:.- iJErrrJiA or the vorv . 21 
 
 HILGARDE . 
 
 i telt her move I 
 
 ISABEL . 
 
 She lives I Her pulse revives ! 
 
 CONSTANCE . 
 
 Her breath returns ; poor child ! How worn she looks ! 
 
 HILGARDE . 
 
 Murmuring sounds I hear . 
 
 ISABEL . 
 
 I'.lethinks she speaks I 
 
 BEiiTHA . ( shuddering wi4h eyes dosed . ) 
 What have I done to you ? 
 
 CONSTANCE . 
 
 Her mind's astray ! 
 
 HILGARDE . 
 
 She trembles like a leaf ! 
 
 BERTiiA . ( asleep . ) 
 
 Spare my life ! Help ! ( She 
 wakes up (2r* looks round . Seeing the figures bending 
 fver her . she rises in a fright &^ staggers from Ofte 
 to the other . 
 
 "tviii me- not ! Spare me ! Do not strike ! They all 
 Have sworn my death ! {She falls in the j-dddle of 
 xh'. stage . Constance . ( lifting her up . ) 
 
 Be calm , child ; w- are friends ; 
 You may trust us ; we will not harm thee . 
 
 BERTHA . 
 
 Friends ? 
 1 have none more ! 
 
 SIMON . 
 
 So 3'oung and yet friendless? 
 
 HILGARDE . 
 
 No mother ? 
 
 BliRTHA . 
 
 M'^ther , friends and father . . , all . . . 
 1 have lost all . . . 
 
 CONST -VNCE . 
 
 What is thy name ? 
 BERTHA . ( <:huddcring a^ the question . ) 
 My name ? 
 Y.)U want to kaow whit my name was ... or is ? ;; 
 1 have none ... yes . . Bathilda is n/ name . . . 
 My father was fmm Aquitaine ... one night . . . 
 
■■ 2, o:;n-EX BERTHA or THE IVIV , 
 
 Human monsters n-thi-st for blood and gold 
 Deprived me ot House , friends , all ! to save my life 
 1 wandered on . . . not kno%ving where I went . . . 
 I lied for life ! Hunger and deep despair 
 With cold comoiaed ... my strength o'ercame . I tell . 
 1 dadlv thought ... it was to die . . . 
 ^ SIMON . 
 
 My poor lass 
 
 You must not think of death . 
 
 CONSTANCE . , , r . J 
 
 You have found frienas| 
 Come in here and eat and sleep and rest . 
 
 SIMON . 
 
 Tru€ , we are poor . . . 
 
 CONSTANCE . 
 
 But not so poor as to turn 
 Siill ere Iter povertv from our door . Come ! 
 
 {Exeuni hilgarde 6' Isabel supporting bertha 
 
 into the cottage . , , . , . ^ ,, j . 
 
 SIMON . {picking up the wood . ) 
 
 Wife , I have thoo^hi ... 
 
 CONSTANCE . ( helping him . ) 
 Soon the lasses leave us 
 For their husbands . . . 
 
 SIMON . 
 
 And then we arc alone . 
 And if this child would stay ... 
 
 CONSTANCE . 
 
 For her , a home ., . 
 For us , another child . . . 
 
 SIMON . 
 
 She has no friends 
 And may be glad to find some friends in us . 
 
 CONSTANCE . 
 
 ril speak to her . Come help me to the task . 
 ( Exeunt in the cottage . ) 
 
 SCENE TV- 
 Enter sqi-diers 6r» serfs in different groups • 
 
 : ''"••■ FIRST SERF . 
 
 Here is the spot ! *» 
 
 SOLDIER . 
 
 The king is neax . 
 
QUEEN BERTHA or TiiE VOW . 
 
 ■ SERF . 
 
 , , , ,, , . ^ Methinks 
 
 J neard the tramp of horses crossing yon road , 
 
 SOLDIER . 
 
 A fine day this . 
 
 SERF . 
 
 'Tis a fair prophecy ! 
 
 SCENE V, 
 nte . Enter 5 
 
 The sains . Enter simon , Constance, hilgarde &* 
 3-;A.BEL from the cottage . 
 
 CONSTANCE . ( closing the door . ) 
 Come let her sleep ! 
 
 SIMON . 
 
 She'll not regret the sight . 
 
 HILGARDE . 
 
 She's too weak to enjoy it . 
 
 ISABEL . 
 
 She need not know 
 She was so near. 
 
 CONSTANCE . 
 
 I'll shut the door with care . ( T^^y 
 •mingle with the crowd greeting friends , ) 
 
 SOLDIER . ( looking afar. ) 
 1 see the king ! ( « rush . ) 
 
 SEWF . ( shading his eyes . ) 
 
 I strain my eyes tor aou'J-ht . 
 SOLDIER . * 
 
 Yon cloud of dust beyond the second road . 
 
 SERF . 
 
 Yes ! Methinks I see a troop of horsemen ! 
 
 CROWD . * * 
 
 Tsi they ! 'Tis they ! 
 
 SOLDIER . 
 
 See you the king's white steed 9 
 
 SERF . 
 
 How they do haste ! 
 
 SOLDIER . 
 
 They'll soon be near this soot ' 
 
 Make way ! They come ! 
 
 CROWD . ( rushing duc.i - ) 
 
 They cone ! They co ne ^ 
 
t . iii~/:l:^' bertha or the vow . 
 
 SOLDIER . 
 
 They halt ! ( another rush forward . ) 
 
 SERF . 
 
 The king's a-Ughting ! 
 
 SOLDIER . 
 
 He'll walk here ! 
 
 SERF . 
 
 Tvlake way ! Make way ! 
 
 CROWD . ( c!::aring a space . ) 
 
 Make'way I Make way ! 
 Long live the king ILong live king Pepin f 
 
 SCENE VI. 
 
 The same . Enter prpin with his retinue . The crowd 
 vjiiMi lo.o as he slowly advances , greeting st;!i?"s <2r* 
 
 ' xssA.'Ls . During [his'^ by-play which presents an ani- 
 . lated sce;ie , BEKTiiA opens the door of. the cottage &^ 
 rats against it umwticed ; she is dressed as a peasant . 
 
 BERTHA . 
 
 : ly fever'd brain with torture racks my head ! 
 
 ] hear strange soimds . . . The dreaded name of Pepin 
 
 Is ringing in mine ears ! Why 'tis no dream ! 
 
 What crowd is this 'i 1 tremble yet know not why . . , 
 
 .( she advances to the nea7est Soldier . ) 
 Kind man , why do they assemnle tlius ! 
 
 SOLDIER . 
 
 King Pepin is cwne ! 
 
 BERTHA . ( Aside . ) 
 King Pepin here ! Heaven help me ! 
 ( Loud : ) 
 Let me see him ! One glimpse ! One sit^le glimpse ! 
 
 ( Hi /Hikes way for her to see . ) 
 Why is he here ! 
 
 SOLDIER . {.impatiently . ) 
 
 T'await his bride's nrrival . 
 BERTHA . ( 'uith increased agitation . ) 
 His brida ? ( Aside ) 
 
 O Lord I Give me strength ! ( Loud . ) 
 
 Who IS she ? 
 SOLDIER . ( vj diking off . ) 
 Bertha of Laon . 
 
 BERTHA . ( stunned . ) 
 . What foul deed is this ? Surely 
 
QUEEX IjLHTHA or THE VDIV . 25 
 
 Pepin knows not that T no longer come ? 
 O my cruel vow ! How I do burn to claim 
 My protector and my king in Pepin ! 
 What ghasily suspicion rises'fore me ? 
 Is this a subiertuge ? Was the deed done 
 By his orders ? . . and is this a reckless trick 
 T'avoid detection 'i Ah I you may well wait 
 And feign impatience at'the tarrying bride ! 
 You know too well vour Rertha ne'er will come ! 
 "et cnn I believe such thoughts , such crime concealed 
 \\\ such a noble knihgt ? Is that fair face 
 .V mere mask ? Tliat noble mien , a garment 
 I'o cover the foul nudity of crime t 
 'Tis a cruel thought I O vow ! O wretched vow ! 
 3r-tter h:id I died unconscious of all 
 Than thus witness , m.inacied and dumb 
 My own enshrouded fate ! 
 
 CROWD . ( excitement . ) 
 
 Here's the princess ! 
 ■^'he princess ! Make way I Hail iLoug live Bertha ! 
 
 BERTH A . ( in the foreground , ) 
 Are my senses faili'^g ? . . . Bertha coming ? 
 Then another assumes my place and name I ! ! 
 And that vow binds me to bilence I O wretche'^ vo'v ! 
 What would I not give , th'impostor with one true word 
 To fell to earth and here unainsk !ier shame ! 
 
 CKOWU .( /novement . ) 
 She comes ! She comes I 
 
 SCENE VII. 
 
 The same . Enter hilda 7'eilcd , followed by xitrse , 
 t/»;:rs &-' their retinue . Hilda advances toiuards fe- 
 riN &-• k net' Is . ^ 
 
 BERTHA . ( pressing en the crowd . ) *^ 
 I mast see ! I must see ! 
 Tvbers ! ! ! My nurse ! ! ! This is a dream t fearful 
 Maddening I O this cann )t be ! I am raving ! 
 
 PEPIN . ( raisins: Hilda . ) 
 Arise , fair maiden '. Lift thy veil ; disclose 
 Thy lovely features to thy lord and slave I ( ^hilda 
 //'?> her veil . ) bektha . 
 
 Hilda ! ! I I see it all ! ( She falls in a dead faint but 
 owing to the excitement of the mo'nent ^ nobody notices 
 
36 Q:/::Ey bert:ia or r:iE 70vv , 
 
 her cry &^ fi^U ■ 
 
 PEPIN . 
 
 B-rtha , my royal signet now return 
 Aad in its place take ihou this nng . 
 HILDA . {faltering . ) 
 
 'Tis gone ! 
 
 ^ PEPIN . 
 
 :,: ' • "!:^What ? My ring ? "- 
 
 "■ '*" NURSE . ( inter ntpiing . ) 
 
 My lord , excuse the boldness 
 That prompts aiy words . A foul attack has cost 
 ].iy lord , a ring , myself , a daughter tair ! 
 ] Adrennes' woods , one night, when ali in rest 
 Were slumbering , a strange fear woke me . 
 1 saw bright blades reflecting the moon's light 
 Li our d.rrk tent ... I heard a stifled cry . . . 
 A struggle . . mv child's vioce . . I cried for help . . 
 We rose . . The' camp was under arms . . too late . . 
 ■!V>o late ,' alas ! My child was lost to me . . . 
 And in the tent . . . Hilda and jevcls missing . . . 
 {She appears overcome with grtsf , ) 
 
 FEPiN . ...'*: ■•■I 
 
 Poor mother ! a>l shall be tried t'avenge thee 
 Aad with severe punishment this outrage 
 Sliall be met ! Bertha, this ring ought ne'er iiave left 
 Your hand ; 'twas a sacred pledge of solemn vow ! 
 
 {to tiw' peor)U -> taking HILUa'j hand . ) 
 Vassals , soldiers and serfs , Ben ha of Laon 
 is our royal bride and our lawful wife 
 Oueen of Neustria and Oaeen ot all ihe Franks I 
 
 CKOWD . 
 
 Hail ! Hail '. Hail ! 
 lotcr live que-a Benha '. Lo!ig may she reign ! 
 
 PEPIN ^ HILDA seat themselves on a rustic thtont 
 uii'iera tree ; the CROwo comes in procession , bows Inio 
 <i:- kisses their hanh > in this motion , a S¥,K^^ perceives 
 \K /<.:.MA on th' ground , 
 
 S""RF . 
 
 Comrade , tarrv ! This ooor lass has fainted ! 
 
 SOLDIF-R . 
 
 The heat and crush . . . What shall we do ? 
 
 SERF . 
 
 Lift her 
 
quel:: 3ERt::a cv the vow . ^^ 
 
 Jn yonder hut ! This crowd niight trample her . 
 
 I TfU piocession- continues ii.idisturbeJ as they carry 
 i; • KTHA in the hut . A billet of Moorish girls ^ jug- 
 glers tnay be here introduced . 
 
 AGT!V. 
 
 An interval of four years . 
 
 SCENE I . 
 
 A hall in the palace of king Fepin at Cologne . HILDA 
 Bo recti/ ung on a couch ; her maids <5r*PAGEs are fan- 
 ..'igher. 
 
 SONG . 
 Calm , O sleep , the s\iffering brain^ 
 And bring sweet Rest among thy train . 
 The bnghiesi rays of sunny light 
 Are dimmed and far from sight . 
 All IS still and courts that rest 
 With which we pray we may be blest . 
 Send your power strong :ind deep 
 And happy dreams attend our sleep . 
 HILDA. ( rising excitedly . ) 
 Cease thy soothing' lull-song I 1 caunoi sleep ! 
 Leave me to thjag.rt ! forbid m.y gi;ards to give 
 A.cess to any here ! I wish to be alone ! 
 
 ( Exeunt all . ) 
 Tiis crown lavs heavier upon my aching head 
 From day to day ! . . . Daring these four long years 
 N ) sleep , no rest ! It my wcarv eye-lids ' 
 
 llaconsciois close, wild drei^ns m/ slambers fill ! 
 Lcnha , alive , with uplifted dagger 
 T rants me aud wounds n-.e , bur ne'er ends my life ! 
 When fear wakes me , 1 dread the truthful word 
 Tb.at in mv sleep l may have uttered ioud . 
 Mv inquiring lOO.vS read my maidens through 
 ' Se\a-chug iheir hearts and eyes, fearing to find in them 
 That one suspicious link that can reveal my guilt ! 
 Ojl ! death v/uit mercifui to inch a iife ! 
 
■2% QiTFEx 3i:RT:r.'. - -:r: vow . 
 
 And yet to die ! To face A'mi^hty Truth 
 
 A living lie I i'o dare pleaa tor mercy 
 
 Who no mercy knejv I No I I will not die ! 
 
 iiut still why \rcmble so ? Wliy cauaot I 
 
 Possess the same undaunted mien my mother shows? 
 
 if four long years have thus so safely passed 
 
 ' ris toily stiii lo dread discovery ! 
 
 SCENE If. 
 
 Enter pepin . The same . 
 
 PEPIN . 
 
 How's this , fair queea ? Am I , as nnv serf 
 To be turned off by an obedient guard 
 Prom your apartments ? Give better orders 
 To vour men and mure precise , 1 pray you ! 
 Tell' them your king enjoys the privilege 
 Allowed your nurse . 
 
 HILDA .( apart . ) 
 
 My king !. . . Always that word ! 
 
 PIPEN . 
 
 Your feelings prav -control with irore success . 
 
 My presence , to you , affords no pleasure , 
 
 You have often led mc to know as much . 
 
 Bat 1 in:,ist you give no proofs to thohc 
 
 Who live around . Suffice you that / know 
 
 How little , in your heart your lo/d h^iii jower . . . 
 
 You ansv/er not ? . . Why by such sullen mood 
 
 Always repel the kindly step 1 proffer ? 
 
 1 came to-d.iv ( fur I ne'ier troubio y;.'ur sight 
 
 Without a. purpose ) welcome ne.vc lo bring . 
 
 News that v/ill brigh.-c-n -your eyes , cheer your heart 
 
 And bring an unknonw smile upon those lips 
 
 I've always seen so sad . 
 
 HILDA . 
 
 I found no joy- 
 To gladden them within these wretched walls ! 
 PEPIN . 
 
 You took few pains , mad.im ,to conceal that fact ! 
 1 did al! to please you . Your .slightest ws'i 
 Unspoken was obeyed . What love and wealth 
 Could riv:' , hive ail been yours . Still ao kind word 
 Ever greeted mine ears . Not c'ea tlie thanks 
 A serf would vouch a brute ! At last , 1 see 
 
QUEEX BERTHA or THE VOW . 29 
 
 No deed of mine can thaw your icy heart . 
 
 With pleading iiopes 1 will court you no more . 
 
 Yju may repel tae lover . . . the master 
 
 You must obey I Hear then my wish 
 
 Ere 1 go chasing with my knights . Two guests 
 
 "^vVill to-m3rro\v , reach these p.ilace-gates 
 
 With a large retinae . 1 wish to give 
 
 My visitors , proper , friendly greeting . 
 
 For a worthy reception order you then 
 
 Seemly preparatioriS . 
 
 HILDA . 
 
 And may not 1 then know 
 What guests are these , you deem it good 
 Thus to receive ? 
 
 PEPIN . 
 
 Your parents ! ! ! 
 ( HILDA Starts &> rcnains petrified , — apart . ) 
 D") 1 see right i . . . no sigu of joy ? . . . a shudder 
 jvlethinks 1 saw instead • • . D les 'e'en s ich news 
 Her heart-srings fail to sound i Has she a heart ? 
 1 doubt n no\v . What chance have 1 to please 
 A mind thus closed to. ail that warms the soul ? 
 ' fwere beuer to be linked to blocks of ice 
 Than pass a 1 fe chained to such a soidless body ! 
 ( /i/<?«^. ) Madam , I see my unwished-for presence 
 I'revents the oui-hurst of j'-our joy . The Ivaat 
 Uesides awaits nu . 1 caanot tarry . ( Exit . ) 
 
 SCENE III. 
 
 Enter nurse hutriedly . The same . 
 
 NURSE . ( riidiin^, to HILDA . ) 
 1 heard it all I Courage I Danger inspires me ! 
 
 HILDA . 
 
 O mother , let us flee ! (t is still time ! 
 
 NUKSE . 
 
 Banish these fears ! To flee ? What ? Flee 
 When courage can save us ? Flee ? and where to ? 
 Plight is an avowal ... a rush to death ! 
 HILDA . 
 
 What can we do ? VVaere see you safety ? 
 
 NURSE . 
 In facing them ! If great the danger is 
 ' lis alsj shofi . They're bound on pilgrimage 
 
^ ■ - 
 
 And both their vows forbid a longer rest 
 i lau one whuic day , tlie purposea sacred spot 
 ilre they dj reach . . . m;»re leisure will ihey have 
 Oa their rciuni . . .if ihey return and live 
 To see that day . Now , you must feign illness 
 Lie down , con'piaia of t:ie ii^ilit , receive Latin 
 V/ith whi^per'd tones and in ilie dark . Four years 
 Have passed . . . their sight is dim ; under your veil 
 Play you their Bertha lo their heart's content ! 
 
 HILDA . 
 
 N-iver , mother , shaii 1 tae boldness have 
 To carry out the plan . My knees will tremble 
 r -ar , cruel fear , will crush me to the ground 
 '-Vhen thtm , I ^te so deeply wrongcu uy as 1 
 jviy mind no longer shall control my words 
 Faint avowal sh.iU m. aie iips confess i 
 NURSE . 
 
 What cowardly th ^ut^.j.-, c.c: these? 
 
 HILDA . ( i4^ ringing her hands . ) 
 
 Thih IS me day 
 My tortured minH has pir-tnred in my arcams ! 
 Ail is lost ! 1 caniv-- »■ • ^ .m 1 
 NURSE . 
 
 You shall ! ! ! 
 I shall be near and nerve you to tne task ! 
 Your mother's lite . your own depeiids on it . 
 1 shall be ihere, you'd look at me , aiid think 
 A .vord of y^nirs nay sign your moiher's dooin ! 
 ( The scene shifts . j 
 
 SCENE IV. 
 Tht> cou't^rv roitni Otlo'^ne . serf.s ^r^ so'.oiers ce- 
 
 L''^r Ui a cO ■ IJ.U^ . ;i.£t<r lA . LOJIS . LUi'rfAlKK . SIMON", 
 
 CJ.^JsTANCE . Snne are (innkiag , some dartci'ig . 
 SiiKF . 
 
 Here's to the bride ! 
 
 SOLDIER . 
 
 And here's to the bridegr-^om I 
 
 LOUIS . 
 
 Good cider this ! 
 
 LOTH AIRE . 
 
 1 much prefer the Wine ! 
 
 SERF . 
 
QC/EE.V BERTHA or THE VOW . H 
 
 Cider and wine , 1 toast in both ! 
 
 SOLDIER . 
 
 May they 
 Be as happy as our king and queen I 
 
 LOTHAIRE . 
 
 That is not much to wish . 
 
 SERF . 
 
 Why so ? 
 
 SOLDIER . ( BEKTHA wko ispOUriuf 
 
 fo drink , turns rapidly round and listens . )''ns said 
 T ley are not h ippy . My comrade here lives 
 Within the castle and can say the same . 
 
 SEitF . 
 
 is it so ? 
 
 LOUIS . 
 
 Yes ! The lady mourns her home 
 Or, perhaps may have a suilen temper ; 
 A id you know what that is , brother , full well . 
 
 SERF . 
 
 i do , brother . My first wife had a tongue , 
 Aad wliat a tongue ! 1 vowed that my second 
 be dumb ! . . aiid si siie is . . . but 'tis no change 
 t or the better . ( iigh.ng . ; 
 
 My first was a good merry lass 
 When pleased . . . This one , at best is living clay , 
 And when 'tis at ihe worst , insiead of words 
 Why , 'tis my earthen pkites that ily about I 
 'liuiy , 1 say , quick lips are better ihan quick hands 
 For pooi men . Good temj^ers are very scarce , very. 
 1 wish 1 had my first again . . . 'twere cheaper . 
 
 LoriiAiKK . ( laughing . ) 
 Poor Carolus ! 
 
 BERTHA . 
 
 But how about the queen ? 
 LOITIS . 
 She has some ?pef she wishes not to tell or show . 
 And four long years have failed to bring forgetfulness 
 y* IV be she loved some oai;e at home . . . her heart 
 Yearns for nothing within these ciiy walls ; 
 N Tight seents to 'please her mind , not e'en the king ! 
 ; . uighi she slecpeih not ; by day she shuns 
 Company ; or else her hiful fancy 
 For ever restless , will call for music and noise ; 
 
^2 2UEEN BEr.THA or THE VOW . 
 
 \:A then ngain she'll want silence ; her nurse alone 
 Is able to soothe her . 
 
 SERF . i 
 
 She is cold and haughty , 
 viethinks . She never comes to see her serfs . 
 We scarcely know her face . She never goes 
 Beyond the limits of the castle-grounds . 
 And \i she does a few steps take , it is_ _ 
 Always so closely veiled ! . She never joins 
 In ou'- woes or joys as did the queens of old ! 
 If Pt )ia had no wife , 'twere just the same for us . 
 To s? ve my ?^^ul , this day 1 could not tell 
 if she is vellow-h?.ired or black 1 
 
 SOLDIER . 
 
 So 'tis with us . We kave not seen her once 
 into the camp, since her arrival here 
 t-'our ye.irs ajfo . Always inside the castle 
 With her maidi and pages . You could not 
 hind tun men in our entire legion 
 That could tell you what kind of eyes she's got ! 
 King l^epin^s mother usea to bring to us 
 Dav' after dav , some soothing salve or tea 
 To'paich our'orDken p.acr, or soav^ lermenied drink 
 lire wed by her royal hands . She knev/ all oar names 
 1 could have chr)pa'd my head oft foi the dear old dame I 
 But as for this queen here . . . 
 
 LOUIS . ( L^ugnu;^- . ) 
 
 Noi hvely enough for you ! 
 
 LOTHAIKE . 
 
 To-morrow she'll be livelier ! 
 
 SEKb" . 
 
 Why so? 
 
 LOUIS . 
 
 Tae Count of LW.i and his wife are coming here. 
 
 B£RTilA . siijhn^ a cry ,) 
 Coming here? 
 
 SOLDIER . 
 
 Yes . The messenger passed our camp 
 Early this morning . Thev cone to-aiorro.v morn 
 A.nd leave to-morrow night ; they are on pilgrimage . 
 
 BERTHA . ( aparl . ) 
 My father , movherhere ? Oh could 1 once more 
 Tress them to this heart and die in that embrace I 
 
QUEE.X BERTHA or THE VOW . 33 
 
 cruel , cr lel vj v ! . . . Tlyis to bind me 
 T) misery with paradise "ni slgnt ! 
 
 They are here . . . here i O most rapturous joy \ 
 Yet , — how caa 1 see iheai and not oetray my vow? 
 Could 1 an errand liiid , that took me to the castle 'i 
 \i , perchance , they see me . . . Have 1 nA sworn 
 That ne'er Oy word or deed of aiiue , my secret fate 
 Be knovvii I Alas , 1 must not meet them I That blessing 
 Is refused to me ! O wiiat a fate si mine I j 
 
 Still th.e truth must out when ihcy see Hilda ! 
 And ihei: , . . oh ! then , iht-y'll mourn my deaih ' 
 
 1 see iheir aged tears, biihini^ i hier wiiikkd cheeks 
 Their trcnb'iing limbs refusing all support 
 
 Their sh.tttered mind causing disease and death I 
 To lose i^iem both when 1 '.vjuM gladly 
 Lay down my lite to kiss their tears away ! 
 To say ; " Father , mother , 1 am alive and here " 
 To kneel before rhem and gather in their loving eyes 
 Dazzling rays of celestial bliss ! 
 
 SERF . 
 
 The dancing stops 
 
 I/)THATRR . 
 
 How now ? Already d me : vVhat v/eading's this ? 
 
 DANCER . ( sii//./g on the grass , ) 
 The heat is great .We must have rest awhde 
 And sjme cicler . 
 
 SERF . 
 'Twere pleasint if Bathilde 
 Would this pause enliven by some goodly tale 
 She can so well relate . 
 
 LOUIS . 
 
 Th ti's right ! Let's have a tale ! 
 RRKTHA . {fillinfj; their glasses . ) 
 \\'iliing 1 am , but for four years 
 Have 1 told all i kiKvw . 
 
 SOL!)lb:R . 
 
 Tell them again . 
 
 BERTHA . 
 
 , Twere dull for you . One single one , methinks 
 1 have not said . ' lis a wedding tale too ; 
 But a sad one . 
 
 SOLDIER . 
 
 Never mind I We'll have it . 
 
^ \ Q^^^^y BERTHA jr THE VOW . 
 
 Silence there ! 
 
 LOUIS . 
 Peace ! List to Bathilda's tale ! ( They 
 all lay round her on the grass ; she sits at the foot of 
 a tree . As she begins pepin appeals on the oppasiit 
 sid^ ; he kans against a tree unnoticed (Sr» listens , 
 
 SERTHA . 
 
 In Aqaitaine once lived a maiden fair 
 
 With yoath and love and parents hourly blest t, 
 
 Her father , n j'ole . valiant , a kni ght ot oak 
 
 Whom oft the world had praised • Tiie maiden's haod 
 
 Was t'Ou.^'jht by high and low . A Saracen 
 
 \)t kingly mind bo're off the prize . 
 
 A noble 'neraid v/as by him dispatched 
 
 To th'Aquitanian car.tle . Wiih him Bmnelda 
 
 ( rjius w.i-s the maiden called ) for ever lett 
 
 . ler father's home for her new lord and land . 
 
 With l'itri;i_^ escort and with a trusted slave 
 
 '•.vhose faiinful life had nursed lier infmt years 
 
 bne went ... A daughter too of this old serf 
 
 She took v/ith her to brighten her new home 
 
 With kind familiar faces, liovv was it 
 
 That ambidon , unscrupabas and mad 
 
 Lit the dark mind, weaponed the oiico-soothirig hand 
 
 With deadly arm , and lire d the sla\'ish spir't 
 
 With hellish plans:-' Was it a gipsy's .sueii 
 
 Ur a whisperia^^ demon , that guided 
 
 That cru-ef deed of poor Braaelda'?; fate ? 
 
 1 cannot say ; but cert2.in Ms, that whea 
 
 iSoyoad High Pyrenees , the bridal tr<iai 
 
 Coiuried their tender ciiargc to the care 
 
 C)i Saracenic escort , and sne lost sight 
 
 <->, V.ti- OAM faiihful loving serfs , OiiC night 
 
 'iVhen all was si ill , and nature veiled her rest 
 
 In darkness deep , a plot , darker than night 
 
 It elf and fr)u:xht with foul and prepense cruelty 
 
 Cat short her days , 
 
 SERF . 
 
 Was Bruneldi murdered ? 
 BER L'HA. . ( wltn g.'-oujing excitement , ) 
 She saved her life but lost all else besides , 
 All that maketh life a b)on ! Better to dj e 
 Than live at such a pricQ ! 'twere better far 
 
QUEEN BERTHA of THE VOW , 35 
 
 The mnrd'rous steel had stopped the warm current 
 Qf her young heart ! Better the ponderous axe 
 Had dashed her brains in numberless atoms I 
 She lived . . . but lived a wreck of her own self . 
 A solemn onih , her trembling lips did speak 
 Under th'apiirted knife . The dire cowards 
 Dared not strike the blow , bat sought to kill 
 jVnd vet to let her live . She swore to drop 
 Her former self and never breathe a word 
 Of "her y )un;r d.-^ys . Tlie presents all the king 
 Had seat , ihey took and left her starving , cold 
 And dyini:; in the wild depths of Pyrenees . 
 Sue courted dc:alh in her lone wretciied.ierii . 
 Y-\^ prayed , she wepc , she wandered on by day y 
 By night , no rest , no .sleeo , no food , at last 
 Her strength failed her , and she laid down to die • 
 
 bEKF . 
 
 Did she then die? 
 
 BERTHA . ( calmer . ) 
 No . Heaven sent kind hearts 
 To minister to her poor suffering mind . 
 She found a home with warm , friendly shelter 
 And there she lived ; happy but for the thought 
 Of all the past . She sav/ her faithless slave 
 13ecked in her regal gems . usurp hei throne 
 Her name , her rank , the love of her liege lord • 
 ijhe saw it , day by day , for years . . . 
 
 LOTHAIRE . 
 
 Without 
 Unmasking the vile deed by one true word ? 
 
 BERTHA . 
 
 Her vow forbad it . 
 
 LOUIS . 
 
 Had she then no redress ? 
 
 BERTHA . 
 
 "MDne the story goes . 1 told you 'twas sad . 
 
 SOLDIER . ( rising . ) 
 Well , 'tis a shame ! Poor Brunelda ! 
 
 DANCER . 
 
 Come friends , 
 Now let us dance . 
 
 BERTHA . ( perceiving pepin . ) 
 The king I 
 
36 QC'EEy BE2THA or THE VOW . 
 
 CROWD . 
 
 Long live the king \ 
 PEPIN . 
 Stop not your sports ! My presence is not meant 
 "lo spoil a merrv time . 1 like to see 
 My people blytiie and happy . 1 was hunting 
 And in the spjrt 1 have lost sight of both 
 My retinue and home . Methinks I'll rest 
 And see your dance till they cati find me out . 
 Go then your ways : restrain no joyous noise , 
 Or 1 shafi fain a fair yo mg vassal choose 
 And start th? dance myself . 
 
 CROWD . ( resuming tits dvici . ) 
 Long live the king ! 
 PEPLN" . ( nHting ; to siMON showing BER- 
 THA . ) k she your child 'i ,,,.,,,:^^, 
 
 SLN50N . 
 
 No , please your Majesty .. 
 A poor orphan \v\\^'r\ wi have adopred . 
 
 CONSTANCE . ( curtseyi)ig . ) 
 But we all love her , S're ._^as our own child . 
 
 PEPIN . 
 1 love to see such kindi-ss reign among you . 
 
 S 1 MON . 
 
 'Tis no kindness . We wjuld not part with her 
 For all the world . , 
 
 CONSTANCE . 
 She's no burden to us . 
 She spins a finer thread th ri e'er w.u seen , 
 
 PEPIN . ( to BERTHA . ) 
 
 Come hither,lass I Whence come you then sweet child? 
 
 BERTHA . 
 
 Frj;n Aquitaine . 
 
 PEPIN . 
 And was it there you learnt 
 To tell a tale so well :' I I )st no word 
 Of it . . . 'twas a sad one . 
 
 BERTHA . 
 
 'Tis a true one . 
 
 PEPIN . 
 
 True or not , the tale is strange . Yet if true 
 'Twere stranger still. Why dance you not? 
 
 BERTHA . 
 
QUEE:\ bertha cr THE VOW. 37 
 
 T, . Mv heart 
 
 Knows joy no more . My soul lives far away . 
 
 PEPJX . 
 
 Poor child : Co:n(? aearcr me . You're very yoano- 
 lO kaow what s.idaess is . 1 wish I could ** " 
 
 Bi-iiig back a -iarle on ihat young brow ; Though well 
 1' know , yours are lears no power e'er can dry 
 Who were your parents:-' Come , tell n;e ; were the'y free 
 
 BEKTHA. ^ 
 
 They were . 
 
 PEPIN . 
 
 And you a serf - How's this ? Their nime 5» 
 
 bektha . 
 1 cannot tell . 
 
 PEPIN" . 
 How so , i:hi!d ? Speak freely ' f takino' 
 her hand.) Forger 1 an "he k,ng _ \apart )^ 
 
 ,,ri , . "^y 'ona:-l:).sr rin«- ' ' » 
 
 UHvit can ih:. mean ? Wh^'s she -: T^^ u.'iat d -h \ V^ 
 Can this young gid be hukcd r Were her fnend;; UiiJ^ 
 And aodaciorsr* tier face belies ihe doubt 
 3t wouid betray toe b.seucss of'her blood "l 
 Yei still my rin- was stolen . Ha I'-Cali'she be 
 i^ertha s foster-sister whon ther nv.urn at home 9" 
 ( Loud. ) Lass , IS y.ur name H;\ia ^ 
 
 BEKTHA . {'itnth disdrin. ) 
 
 rr-i , , I never boce 
 
 That name ! ^ 
 
 PEPIN . 
 
 Who gave that ring ? 
 
 BEKTilA . ) 
 
 I cannot tell . 
 
 PEPJN" . 
 
 BERTHA. V^'hynot? 
 
 A solemn oath seals my lips . 
 
 I'El'LV . 
 
 Yoii found ft 
 In the woods ? Come , fear not ; no word of trn,,^ 
 Shall harm you . ' Twas found ? ^ ^^"^s 
 
 BERTHA . 
 
 No. 
 
 PEPIN. 
 
38 QL'EEX BERTHA or TITE VOyV . 
 
 Who gave it then? 
 
 BERTHA . 
 
 A hand 1 dearly loved oace sent it me . 
 
 Ft: PIN . 
 A husband ? A broiher 'i Lover ? Feather ? ( bertha 
 shakes her head .yOxd he love you ? 
 
 BEKTHA . 
 
 1 was unknown to hiitt 
 •" PEPIN . ( incredulously . ) 
 
 And he gave that ring > 
 
 BEKTHA . 
 
 To ihis day my voice 
 Ne'er touched iiis eiu- . 
 
 PEPIN . 
 
 'Tis passing strange . That ring 
 Was mine , and it was stolen . Fear thee no harm 
 but 1 must know thy uae . 
 
 BEKTHA . 
 
 My vow forbids 
 I\Iy saying more ; 1 may luivc said too much ! 
 
 Hunting-horns are heard . ) 
 PEi'iN . 
 \ hear the hunting-horn , 1 nr.;st away . 
 But 1 shall seek you soon . i li'owing in answer. ) 
 w ' ' Remember vveil 
 
 That vows like thine can be unbouiui . V\ hen next 
 The king ihou see^st , Pepia must kr^ow the truth . 
 i-'e.ir nought trom me for any frieiid of thine . .'' 
 Till soon , farewell ! and tremble not , sweet maid ! 
 ] .im no tyrant and may be. a friend . 
 
 { hntsr ci trrop of huUers . ) 
 H til hunters I Well met .lud welcome ! The sport 
 1 i>ot but f'j.md its equ.d here 1 Fair bride , 
 iMy happy wish I a \.x\x\ wedding , all I ( lixeiwi . ) 
 
 CiU/-,. D . 
 
 L'^ng live our govod king ! Long may he reign » 
 
 SERt' . 
 
 How kind he is ! 
 
 LOUIS . 
 
 How he enjoyed Our sports \ 
 
 SOLDIER , 
 
 He is a good king ! . 
 
 X-OTHAIRE . 
 
Indeed he is ! So kind I 
 
 LOUIS . 
 
 He always finds a \vord and look for all ! 
 
 SOLDIER . 
 
 Methinks Bathilda got a double share . 
 
 i.OTHAIRE . 
 
 Well 'twai: right ; she loM her tale so well . 
 
 SLMON . ( to BERTHA . ) 
 
 "What are you thiaking of , lass :■' You look sad . * . 
 
 BERTHA .{rousing herself,) 
 1 \Vtis ihinkio^ ... a s- quel lo my tale . 
 1 faintiv re neaiber . O.ie day, liie ki;)-; 
 .-.fet Brunelda and though stie kci^t l.cr vOW 
 <' le single \^^'\\ ihey had not siuiea u^ a her 
 lijtrayed her secret . 1 forget . . . Let's tlr.uk 
 "No ntiore ai^out ic . Pricuds \ surely we ni ;s. 
 V / some gay cheers, w^lco-ne our good king ! 
 ]-.il up y>;ur gjblets and I'll give the toast ! 
 
 CROWD . 
 Yes , yes ; a toast ! 
 
 BERTHA . 
 
 Here's to Gallia's noble Lord 
 Whose valiant arm , freedom peace and plenty 
 (rive unto us 1 The friend oi ah his vassals 
 'i ae father of his sens i Long may he reign \ 
 Oar loving heir'S lift up a prayer ;6C>a 
 '■ ) si^are his life and bless his every oreath ! 
 lor i* ranee , for him , for us , long live'ilie king ! 
 
 CROWD . 
 Long live the king ! ( The curtain falls . ) 
 
 A0T V. 
 
 SCENE /. 
 
 The ahartmrnt of htlda in the palace atCologne 
 The sfa<re is nca^'^v in utter durkress . charibert,//^^ 
 COUNTESS , I'EI'IN ^ NUi«E are surrounding HILDA 
 
-40 Qir^EX DERFHA or TKK VOW . 
 
 fc 'i-t \i-: ^tritchei on a cjiick -y't j?t£ si.fe nf ths sta. 
 
 iiy poor duuhgier 1 To tiad you thus stretched low 
 Vvneii for tour 'years 1 thought and prayed and hoped 
 'jny he^lLii was fair ! A sad weicorne tor me I 
 
 I'El'IN . 
 
 Uertha'fc conplaint surpasses all my care ! 
 
 1 fear 'lis mental \ some secrtjt sorrow 
 
 ii.ward concealed preys fast up^m her youth'. 
 
 >iew bcvULh , i^aieiy , c^im rest , I have tried aU,\ . 
 
 'i ae deep ■uclanchuiy u-j.-.iii her brow •■ 
 
 iNothing di^pei5 . The ^uid bat's^idd-Mi uews 
 
 C>i your arrival \\t^\\: , since yesitr<luy 
 
 H-Ltn caused . relapse . Scarce the joytul tidings 
 
 H >.d I givcu atjd left . oui siie fainted 
 
 ^nd siQCc then she has feca thus ! 
 
 CHAKIB^KT . 
 
 Poor Bertha ! 
 HILDA . {^ faintly . ) 
 
 Father ! 
 
 NUiisE , i^sUpping forward . ) 
 1 crave forgiveness but 1 fear 
 This scene too trying for her tender nerves . 
 
 ir most learned. tcciCiics have siudied iier case j. 
 bilence and darkriess their Milvice dictates . 
 
 '1 ;i;>ugh sh'-Ti for parent's .love ,this meeiirjg. has 
 
 1 Kii>>w , lusted beyond the crippled power 
 Of her weakened strength . . 
 
 COUNTKSS . 
 
 I'll watch in silence I 
 
 Sh-^' in good hands ; \ iriJ.^ty faithful nusrse 
 A second moiher truly . . . su.ch kindness ! 
 Lvl's to the banque-.-'iiii ana in good wine 
 We'll drink her health ! 
 
 COUXTESS . 
 
 1 cannot leave my child 
 S^veet son ; forgive my aged ^'oakness i 
 PEhlN . 
 
 Well 
 
 Dj I feel for you . To please your wish 
 We'll all remain ! 
 
QUEEN :ir:i:Ti{A or the. VOIV. 41 
 
 PAG^f brin^ a tabic with Ughts . 
 
 COUXTESS . 
 
 The lighi aad noise , my son 
 May injure her ! 
 
 NURSE . ( veiling Hilda . ) 
 Fear nought , lady . I'll drop • 
 Curtain and veil as well . Noise hurts her not 
 'Tis light alone . 
 
 COUNTESS ( to NURSE . ) 
 
 Poor nurse ! I heard your loss ... 
 An only daughter ... 
 
 , NURSE ( siif^hing . ) 
 
 Lady ^ for pity's sake 
 Re-open not a woiuid 1 srrive to cio^sc . 
 
 COUNTESS . 
 
 I feel for thee . . . trusr me . . . 'tvajt a foul deed I 
 
 ( PEPIN advances towirds her ^ leads he?- to 'the 
 iaide . nuksk seats herself at the foot of the couch 
 after drawing the drapery on the sid-e of th^ table . 
 
 PEF!n\ 
 
 Well , Count , here's your health and welcome ! 
 
 . CHAKtBKKT . 
 
 In wine 
 ^e'er finer was it drunk ! Your father's health 
 We quaffed , methinks ,'ia some of this , <iue day 
 isome iweiKy years ago , when we ransackttd 
 '! !ie moorish can-ip ! Fine victory . . .tine wine ! 
 For two v.'holc days we had been fightiny; on I* 
 No food , no rest , no quarter , life for life ! 
 Tiie i-ield at last was ours ! Your father slept that night 
 Oa thirty standards all wrested from ti«i fc^ I 
 *rwas a fair couch ! 
 
 PEPIN . 
 
 W;i»; it that famous day 
 When Laon's sole ars";'! d-,fied tea Saracens 
 And when his horse was slain, he fell not ! But 
 Standing on b.is fallen s^eed , he raised the cry 
 "Montjo'ie St-Denis " wn!i one hand fighting 
 Whilst thr oihci lifted iIk '• Oriflamme "? 
 
 CHARIiiliRT . 
 
 I think it was lAh , those v/cre glorious days f 
 ski has been Igs„ lu ilwughi .-—apart . ) ^ 
 
42 j:-^Zi.v DE:iriiA or niE vow , 
 
 W: ^?:- h-i I 'vV'iit 1 wreck ->f har oist self ! 
 ]i v:'c L j u- SI ji'i j-^e^irs ^Yr'>'Tj:ht ail this destructioni 
 ],!- gay bright Liss , a helpieiss iavdlid ! . 
 H^r voice no longer sweet . . . her fingers 
 Tiper no ;n )re , u> ba^er softly tojch ! 
 Her hair is ihiu x-.i-X hard ; it is no inure • 
 The gili-silk.en tissue I loved to smooth . '. . 
 Hjr chei:'.: whose softness the peach could envy 
 Njw seems so coldly roagh to me . . . The child 
 Ivlcm-jiy oiierishes , no longer hves 
 ' Tv/as a iiiir aream by time sadiy dispelled ! 
 CUAKlliKirr. {to PEIMN . ) 
 
 Codld you have seen your i.rdier ui.u .s.-. .;- day ! 
 The Moslems flcw from him us uu>,. ir^ n wind I 
 Tilt day his prowess won him the surname 
 Ot .he '• liiuneror" ; Twis a glorijjs sun -..^ 
 
 Tut proudly set o-i bio-)dy Poitiers fields ! 
 
 COUNTRSS . {apart lookin^^ at nurse . ) 
 ro)r sorro.vlai nniier \ Alas ! tn .i u> > li<e me 
 ii ist Isot a child and wini more cruel fate ! 
 
 PEPIN . {to CKARIBERT . ) 
 
 Yea ! 1 would ten years ot iny life gladly 
 Have given , to witness ihat'all-famed day ! 
 » Tis gone ! but war remains ! wrh life 1 hope 
 T^ prove yec soil 1 am mv father,s s m ! 
 
 COUNTESS . {Apart— gazing at NtJKSE . ) 
 1 1 id 1 been sirivkeii Hke thee , poor woman, 
 I should U ive died ! My present l^Leen anguish 
 Too truly proves ! What heavenly mercy" , , 
 ^.'ved me then.' For truly, the cruel wretches 
 ..■^Vere seeking my child whca they rook hers . . , 
 T-Ttha WIS a prize , a r.cn kingly booty 
 '■.111 cojLI ;he tempting r.iUsom hnx\g , x slave 
 r ild ne'er have i)r)j^^b; . Hi ! what cruel notion 
 3n' 'W flashes through ^ny br.i;n?\Vhat if their aim 
 IJ > 1 pr.>vel t )3 true ? ^'<\\\ if uoi ta kill me 
 Tv.ty had saWi my child w:is safe , concealing 
 Her dreadful fare from me ! O 'Tis a folly 
 To dream of such deceit ! How could it be? 
 
 CilARlBPlUT . ( to PEPIN ) 
 
 S '1 , mark my words ! The ro igh Pai^an Teutons 
 D '.ring your reign , during your children's too 
 Will be to you Wii^t the Saracens were 
 
nUEEX P.E.lTriA .. TJT'T ''DIV . 43 
 
 To us ! Towards them , turn all yonr "hono^hts nnd Heeds I 
 1 he K.icaisa c..;ist,tha: a iiurc ihrc-.v oeiween 
 'ivVJ miguiv pDWcis , wiii o Uieiu , u^ i*i\::\i^ 
 prjve. ill ficUs of Poiu=r* . Coaqjer me i<a.\n^ 
 And keep the;n beyond its long-winding stream I 
 
 cauNTK-ss {apart . ) 
 Were I ro siy .van rasiao m >a,'li.H' p.«ses!j 
 My tonur'd brain I'd raise a wond'nng stnile 
 On every tace ! And yet 'tis a frenzy 
 1 cann ii conquer I Is s:ie my LJerilia Z 
 How CAW i cal rt :ny fears and yet conceal 
 Tiieir senseless origin r 
 
 KUKSli . ( to HILDA . ) 
 
 Irust nvc . li'.j \v Tbt 
 Is now gone by I Be cheerful ! We conquer ! 
 
 c(>UNr^.^s . ( apart . ) 
 3 '^now !! My Bertha's foe; rhougii finely formed 
 Were of unequal length : I Oh , could 1 steal 
 A:->und her c )ach and uplift unnoticed 
 . i.it arapory mat ludcs :ne truiii tron me I 
 (Si' s'e-illhilv reaches the foot of the couch &* geti^ 
 ih drawn the' drape ty from over hilda'j /^^.' . ) 
 An ! 'Tis :v)t mv child! (She -mo- 
 
 If.ntly rem^rve!: ths curtain &-* Ui9,rs the veii off" hil- 
 jj\'j- facv . ) ''i'is Hilda !! ! 
 
 ( Sh£ sta.'td.i transfixed loiih horror , pointiH^ to HIL- 
 DA 7L'ho rusk.s out hy a nh lo^r w.xilst the centre 
 { <i i:. fiuH;^ open hy the atteniinti . NURSE rises Sr* 
 CO if rants the cbuNTtcss drfia'ttly . ) 
 
 CHAKtBKKT . ( rising; . ) 
 
 Hilda? 
 PELHN . ( the same . ) 
 
 What heard 1 ? 
 
 COUNTESP . ( wrinzin^ her hands . ) 
 Benhi 1 Bei.n i : where art thou? 
 Give me back my cli.i l 1 ( vVc?/^if ■^oii.-iE . ) 
 
 Where is she Y 
 Tell me , what have you d )ne with her ? Alas , 
 1 know , stolen, lost ! In inercy v-id me death ! 
 
 PKPINT . 
 
 What sayest tliou ? My wite , the qaeen , not Bertha? 
 
 COUNTESS . 
 
 No I 'tis Hilda ! 
 
44 Q^^^.^' BERTHA &r THE VOW 
 
 CHARIBERT . 
 
 Hi Id; 'f Her foster-slave ? 
 MUKSE . {xvii^ insulting defiance . ) 
 Yoa ! ,ti*: Hilda ! 'Tis mv pride , my glory 
 That it should so be ! Yes , my child ^your slave 
 Is now yojr queen ! Proud woman , bow to me ! 
 My dauhgtcr wears a crown and yuors a shroud \ 
 ALL . 
 
 Dead ? 
 
 NURSE . 
 
 Yes , dead ! / ordered the deed to make 
 JVly child :v. queen ! Ko>wV I did fool ye all I 
 J 1st Heaven iiBtsp'red mc 1 'Tams i;e,uly doir- I 
 \ did it all, a:ii qaI your vaunted ^uard 
 AV th hundred swords ;isleep within, their sheaths 
 Wah hundred shields crowded for her defense \ 
 i^\A know- yc who deait ihc blow ? That Tyber» 
 Whom you swore her faiihful g-uard and squire ! 
 lie it WHS ihat bori- her \\\ elecpy trance 
 { Secured by me within her nighiiy cup ) 
 T'> her list resting-place , a rapid fall 
 Whose gurgling toncat , in its rolling course 
 Wrapt *chc iitcless form of your proud Bertha ! 
 'Twas night . The camp asleep . On his return 
 3 raise<i 'S\^ cry of '' Help " and bokhy chinied 
 Jly Kii:la ! They could not find her. . . she wa* 
 j/^\\A tlieni all , siren dy queen ! lybers . . . 
 li. ! H-.-.v i did fooi him too ! Ambition 
 <;aideu his hand . He ih )ughL he cvuld hold us 
 I ader the ihrcai of one dark dread secret . 
 ]-.l.)t r To ihink that 1 could let him live ! 
 O.iaffin;: a iroblet he died in a joust 
 ^'- ne said ihe heat, oihers a too cold drink 
 *ilie gipsy too > whose silly words had first 
 Aroused my schemes . h.istened to certain death 
 Attracted by my golden promises . 
 Why you y >urstlve.s , if 1 could have foreseen 
 Your visit here , would ne'er have seen the queen 
 JSut on the road , 1 should , with certain aim 
 Have &:.-nt you to meet your child ! true you can 
 Most noble king . rack my body and rend 
 My flesh with torturing irons ; you can 
 Scatter my limbs to the four winds of earth 
 
QUEL.y BERTHA or THE VOW , 45 
 
 'Still mv child is queen , still Hilda , O king 
 W;il be ihy wife I Be 1 alive or dead 
 Hud* must siiil be qaecu I 
 
 CHAKIBERT 
 
 Demon whom Hell 
 Disgorged on earth , take thee a father's curse 1 
 
 PEPIN . 
 
 Secure her , guards ! And let the stake bear her 
 To buraiaj^ Hell again I Let her daughter 
 Be sought alive or dead to join her tate I ( sOLDifeRg 
 drag NUKSK o^ . A pan-si . All seem helpless with tie;, 
 p'tir . apart . j That y;>u!ig vassal whose secret history 
 i vesterday couLi not p;»ssess . . . \^^r pride , 
 H'.-r beamy , her sadness . . . that io k siie gave 
 Si strange , when I the name of Hilda spoke . . . 
 0.1 her finger , my missing ring I ( Loul. )Heaveas ? 
 \vaat flash of light in iraih upon me beams i' 
 i- ther , rouse ihy soul ! Mother , dry those tears I 
 Kj! Bertha's alive and I can find her yet I 
 
 ( Exii . ) 
 SCENE II. 
 
 Thf same road^ forest as in Act III . simon'j cot- 
 tas^e on the side . Rustic tahl: i'r* chain outude . aEft- 
 Tii'V , by the door , spinning with the distajf . 
 
 BEKrHA . 
 liaste , my J:imi)le fingers, and may y.mr speed 
 '; he f'.inv f f wild feartul houghts restrain. 
 Kntwine in yon punv thread all my dreams 
 Of s;l'>i'y and of pride I My soul remind 
 AiKie of those long-c.-erisi^cd hours of yore 
 v.- v.n oas'cing in my m>;hvr's love and joy 
 3 :-,>un rsvirrouiuled by a bvely court 
 Cm merry happy mairis and youths ! Ah ! little 
 ^jM^pecred 1 . ot all nis e.u ihiy bliss 
 T !e shortened threa«l , 1 dv.is wah spinning fast. 
 ^ivs ! no more .iream I of throne and crown 
 Soft whispering angels hear 1 no more 
 Calling in my ^sleep for Pepin's bride 
 And Gallia's* queen ! Ava int , fairest visions 
 T'-o bright for iruih : Dreams having in your suit 
 Kcmembrance , regret . revenge , avannt ! 'Your 
 Bertha is dead ! { risim^ fir* dashing th€ distaff away ) 
 i cannot spin ! My po:)r finders 
 
46 O'JEEy JE.ITILI 07- THE VOW , 
 
 Refuse to work ! A trembling fever Consumes me ! 
 
 At aie p;ila(jj .ju-ot seemi still to reign . . . 
 \sj news at iea.,L has spread abroad as yet . . . 
 b.ill, wiien ihcy see Hilda, they cannot fail 
 'ij know her treachery ! IV hen they see Hilda ! 
 ]i/ what excuse c:ni she remain concealed ? 
 iVhen tkey xcc Hilda 'i By ano.her cri.ne , 
 A double murder , hope they t'avoid detection ? 
 Can such things be ? The tiioiight is fearful ! 
 Uirribie laud yet their very safety 
 Mast urge then to it I What two slaves could do 
 \J m well be done w.ih queenly influence ! 
 "vi.at can 1 do .,'.!.t wait, wait I Tnis .-.;i^pense 
 i>- idlling iBe I O deaven , send me ue.vi 1 
 
 SCENE! JI. 
 
 Eutsr SIMON , ivith u-yine e>*ipty sacks , the same . 
 
 SIMON . 
 
 Mere lass here are the bags ! I'm all upset ! 
 Tne most fearful thing has happened at the castle ! 
 
 LiERTHA . ( realising her fears . ) 
 Ah ! ! ! the castle ! 
 
 SLMON . ( sittiK.^ quietly . ) 
 It's awful ! 
 
 BERTHA . 
 
 P^or God's sake , tell me I 
 
 SIMON - 
 
 Well , well , be quiet , child ! don't be scared ! 
 iVe are safe ! Poor {--ilks like us . . . 
 
 BERTLIA 5 {tryl:^^ t.) co^Jrol her feelings . ) 
 Gh ! Simon tell me ! 
 
 SIMON . 
 'bourse Iwill Bithild^ . I'o'ight to be in the fields 
 1> It I'll rest here awhibt and think it all over . 
 Yju sje , L tJok the corn round oy the siabies , 
 Tuea Wint in^> t'-'vi kitchen for a quiet chat . 
 Y/hen all of a saddea . . . Oh , when 1 tiiinkof it 
 1 feel quite faint . 1 really must take a drop . 
 ( d'-inks fro!n his fla^k . ) 
 
 BERTH \ 
 
 Tell me quick ! this suspense is torture ! 
 
 SIMON . 
 
QUEE.V BERTHA or THE VOIV 47 
 
 One would think 
 The life of your dearest friend -.vas at stake , Bathilde 
 Thank goodness we have nothing to do with murder 
 
 BERTHA. . 
 
 speak in mercy ! 
 
 smoN . 
 Lassie , you're like all 
 'x^he womenfolk . You must know all . Well then I say , 
 All of a sudden , a shriek , a fearful shriek , 
 From tlie queen's room . It made my blood run cold . 
 A;id sho>k the very walls .Noise ; and then the qaeea 
 Dishes past us with whitened face and 2[liringeyes 
 As if flying from some horrid sight . Then . . . 
 
 Bii'.i rii V , ( /// agony - ) 
 Tell me the worst at once ! What did you see ? 
 
 SIMOX . 
 T le Nurse , yei'i:!^ and s"r:j,(.;ling against fiftv m^n ' 
 liiey said she i^iUed some namesake of the qaeeft ^ 
 
 1 .-^aw theiii drag her in tn^ spice b-^ r.v the >:arip 
 Scoffing like a demon at tlie stake and burning pile . 
 O 'twas horribl" ! 1 wish 1 could forget it ! 
 
 Well , 1 must to the fields . ( rising . ) 
 
 Oh ! what a tale 1 have 
 To tell the folks down there I Farewell , Bathilde 
 Don't worry , child ! IVe are safe ! All such big storms 
 Strike at the oaks and leave the grass alone'; 
 It gives pxjr little blades like us a chance to thrive. 
 To-night we'll talk it over during supper-time ! 
 
 ( Exi^ . ) 
 
 BERTHA . 
 
 They are safe I they are <,Ait '. My father , mother safe ! 
 Tilt Wi-etcaad siav'e uu n isv-:: I I li; ever prayer 
 Went up to Heaven from a fervent heart 
 Arise , my soul , in ()\-erflowi!:g ecstacy 
 'xAd boundless gratitude I The wretched path 
 My vow condemns me to appears now bright to tread ! 
 Still they niQura me dead . This grief must crush them 
 
 SCENE I V . 
 
 E^itcr PKPFX , the same . 
 PEPIN . ( asic-fe . ) 
 'Tis she! and fortune smiles upon my purpose , 
 
48 <2UEEy BERTHA or THE VOW 
 
 She is alone ! ( aloud . ) Fair maid . . . 
 BERTHA^. ( starting . ) 
 
 King Pepin here I 
 
 PEPIN . 
 Nay ; no king for you .A friend ... a father . . . 
 And thus I keep my word . 1 seek thee now 
 To know that name thou wouldst not utter then. 
 Recoil not from me . . . afraid ? I would not 
 Harm th«e by thought or deed . Speak 1 Tell me that 
 Thou willt not tell to other men . Who art thou \ 
 
 BEKTHA . ( troubled . ) 
 1 cannot tell . 
 
 PEPIN . 
 
 Why not ? Does thv real nam« 
 Imply danger to seme dear frieud of ihine? 
 Him or her, to shield from au^^^ht of evil 
 My kin.^ly provnise take . i wili proieci him . 
 That n^m« once said 1 wili forget at once . 
 Come tell me all . 
 
 BERTHA . 
 
 1 made a vow ! 
 
 PEPIN . 
 
 A vow ? 
 A vow can be cancelled . If on thy soul 
 It doth sit heavily, I'll to the bishops 
 And have them redeem it . What is thy name? 
 
 BERT R A . ( ijuith iner eased troubU . ) 
 A broken vow ! The name of G<jd as pledge 
 To a deed undone ? On my salvation 
 'Twcre an everlasting curse , I cauiioi ! 
 
 PEPirT , 
 Listen ! 'Tis no idle wish that prompts me . 
 A deed of justice upon that word of thine 
 Perhaps depends . Hear ! 1 seek a maiden 
 Whom base treason hath robbM of her birth-right . 
 1 seek a daughter that a mother lost , 
 1 seek a child whom an old father mourns . 
 Speak ! Can thy name help my purpose ? 
 
 BERTHA .( who has been listening breathless 
 My vow ! 
 
 PEPIN . 
 
 1 seek still more . 1 seelc a wife . a bride 
 Who knows not yet her husband misses her . 
 
QL/EE.y BERTHA or TIfE VOIV . 49 
 
 What's thy name ? 
 
 BfiiiTHA .( with trembliug tears^ ) 
 
 My vow ! 
 PEPIN . 
 
 1 seek more still . 
 I seek a ring . That ring 1 have now found . 
 'Ti3 on thy finger . Speak ! What is thy nam® ? 
 
 BERTHA . ( moaning . ) 
 My vow ! 
 
 PEPIN . 
 
 Shall 1 tell this young maiden's name? 
 B irtha . Her fatlier's name ? The Count of Laoa . 
 Njw speak ! Art ihou Bertha of Laon ? 
 
 BERTiiA . ( wringing her hands . ) 
 My vow ! 
 PEPIN . 
 
 IC vDwest thou wh xse bride 1 seek ? Mine , my queen? 
 licrtha , speak I Art thou n.y wife ? 
 
 BRRTMA . ( /// agony - ) 
 
 My vow ! 
 
 PEPIN . 
 
 I'.aowest thou where ihy mourning parents are? 
 1 1 my paLice I Bertha , dry their tears 
 With one kin dw3rd ! What is thy nane ? 
 
 BEKTHA . ( writhing on her knees . ) 
 Lly vow ! 
 
 PEPIN . 
 
 F )or geatls soul by foolish scruples racked ! 
 
 Tiiy vow? 'Twas broken long ago I when first 
 
 T line eyes met mine ; when first that tale you told \ 
 
 Mv rill,: alone broke \\ a ihjosand times I 
 
 ' r's br'iken now by thy Very silence I 
 
 Thou a:-t Berth i of Laon , Before the Lord 
 D 'uy it if you dare! . . . Vl y injured wife ! 
 M/ own fair bride \ My silent s.itfeing queen ! 
 Waen there is ud will there cannot be a vow ! 
 A> thy her.)ic s.->al is still by scruples rent 
 ril bring thy parents here, thev'U break the vow for 
 
 {Exit. ) thee 
 
 BERTHA . 
 
 Is this a dream ? Is this reality ? If by no deed of mine 
 The truthis known , what can 1 do iTio je , I fear thee ! 
 jae sadden ch.ia^e liro.n grief to joyful hope 
 
50 ^i^SEx BEKi-iiA &T :;\irE vow . 
 
 NuTibs my senses , my eyes see;ri blind , 1 cannot think T 
 
 ( Kiugluig . ) •' ...:.:*! 
 
 'Tis said the sun doih shine lur ail , Almighty Lord ; 
 It did once shine for me . Bright rays of light 
 3etm dawning through the cichkIs and bring too vividly 
 The pagt before mine eyes 1 1 dread the dazzling sun 
 That may not be my own i Haise not my hopes ILeave 
 
 me 
 In darkness , unless it be Thy Wiil that sunshine 
 Be for me a token of liie returning p.isi ! 
 
 SCENE V, 
 
 Enter hilua , the same . 
 
 HILDA . ( rushing in rfilfd . ) 
 In pity's sake , shelter ! 1 am pursue:! ! 
 If gold can pay you , conceal me sou;c where , 
 Is there no one here ': 
 
 BERTHA .( sternly , risini: . ) 
 
 Hilda , what seek'st thou ? 
 Hilda , dost thou want ought of me? 
 
 HILDA . ( horrified . ) 
 
 That name ? 
 BERTHA .( with bitter sarcasm . ) 
 Is there still ought 1 have thou envjcst yet? 
 
 HILDA . 
 
 Bertha ! ... Is it thy ghost that rises thus 
 To stop my path ? ( wilkin.^ <il>tr,zciediy . ) 
 
 Leave me I 1 want to fly ! 
 But where ? the guards without wiii Luut .ae down 
 Like deer ! My knees bend under me ... 1 fall ... 
 Bertha , thou ar: avenged I this is my death ! ( Falling 
 
 BKRTHA . ( scornfully . ) 
 What? fearest thou death ? Methinks she who toys 
 Wtih fatal Ijlow.s and counts fjr nougat a life 
 A braver dauntless mien would best beseem . 
 Coward ! Hid 1 thy chicken-hearr possessed 
 Fear alone had deili that blow thy hopes inspired . 
 The fact 1 live proves me another ulood . 
 
 HILDA . ( crawling on hn' k?t/res . ) 
 You live! I I Angels of G.>d be thanked 1 taa,t guilt 
 Ls spared me then I Repeat the word . . . Livest thou ? 
 
 BERTHA . 
 
 I do , for vengeance ! 
 
 
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QUEEN BERTHA ut THE VOW 51 
 
 HILDA . 
 Full avenged ihou art 
 By mine own suffering I ( risiuj^ . ) 
 
 Hark I 'tis their tramp ! 
 They seek me to kill me I save me ! save me I 
 Bertha , save my life I 
 
 BEiiTHA . S 
 
 Saved you mine ? 
 HILDA •( Kneeling . ) 
 Save me ! Save my life I The trath is known ! 
 Tuey'U mjrder me by Pepia s order \ o..ve me ! 
 
 BEKTHA. . 
 
 Save thee ? Piave I prayed and hoped for nought 
 These f jur loii;^ years ? And when revenge is nigh 
 Sweet and sure , 'vou ask me to wiih'i )ld it? 
 My fate was once in thine own tender hands. 
 Hadst thou priy y No . Hadst ihou mecry i No . 
 Am 1 to show thee some ? Justice says : no . 
 
 HILDA . ( cra^.'lirrr on her knees . ) 
 Hear their voiceii I They have iracvcd me '. Save me ! 
 
 BBriTHA . ( softening gradually . ) 
 Yet hers was not the greatest guilt ! A weak mind 
 A coward heart made her an easy tool 
 For others ... 1 cause her deatii 'i 'vV'aat right have I ? 
 Shall I do less for her than Gi)d for me ? 
 The mercy Heaven vouchsafed to me 
 Must 1 extend to her . I loved her once . . . 
 My e iriy fncnd . . . mv sister ... ( dashing open 
 the dh>r of the hut , ) * Hide thyself ! 
 
 ( HILDA rushes in . ) 
 
 SCENE VI. 
 
 Enter Louis , lothaire , &• a few sol- 
 diers looking about the paths , the siine . ) 
 
 LOTHAIRE . 
 
 Have j'ou seen the queen , Bathilde ? 
 
 BKRTHA . ( lightly , spinning with her back 
 to the hut. ) Here ? the queen ? 
 
 An unworthy serf alone shadows these walls . 
 
 LOUIS . 
 We seek her alive or dead . A miscreant 
 Slave is she ; n 1 queen , bit the ^n irderess 
 Of the real qaeea by the blackest ireachery . 
 
52 1;' c i- K. \ ' 3ER 1 nA at 1 h £ ; :c I V 
 
 Oar orders are strict positive and short . 
 
 *' To seize and burn her at, t'le nrir _\sc stake 
 
 Without trial a:id on tht: spoi . 
 
 Noue to sheher her . Denounce her presence 
 
 Under pain of death I " 
 
 BERTH A . 
 
 'Tis well 1 shall obey ! 
 
 LOTHAIKE . 
 
 She must be in the neighborhood . 
 For we traced her regal inanile , her shining crown 
 And flowing white veil for a mile and niore . 
 Did you see any one cliiv,l> up this path ! 
 ( Shnving the riKid abo-i'e . ) 
 
 BHIKTHA . 
 
 N> one could ;i;0 that way wirh mt my seeing them ! 
 
 LOUIS . 
 
 We lost si;^h[ ')i her at the turaiag oi yon road . 
 
 BERTHA . {pointing behind the hut . ) 
 Have you searched that tliick-^t !■) i'-k: left? 
 Through it you reach the road to Ait^iz . 
 That path up then" leads only to a torrent . 
 
 LOTHAIKE . 
 
 We'd better try this road i Come on !she can't be far ! 
 
 ( ila'^//;// sOL.':iERs . 
 
 BKRTKA . ( opening (he door . ) 
 Step out I The way is clear ! liutVou must haste from 
 
 hence ! 
 Leave here 'hat coronet , that brilliant mantle 
 And that costly chain ! Deadly tell-inl'-s 
 Woidd ihey prove in such a' flight a. ihine ! 
 
 ( Giving a coarse cloak to hflda . ) 
 Here is ihsi u:a.iiiie Tjber^ in p:":y gave me ! 
 There is the wood witness of my misery ! 
 Go thee in peace for Bertha is avenged ! 
 
 ( HILDA I'dinoves her rgal or,ui/nents &^ pnts 
 on the cloak . S'l^. thus produces ^ striking resemblance 
 to Btii L-iA /..'/ :/ie third Act. She kneeh ^ kisses ber - 
 THA'^ hand &^ slowly climbs the path . bertha ic^at- 
 ches her d-^jaiture then ivalks in Jtcp ihought till she 
 comes to the jewds . ^he sits on the cloak &^ toys with 
 the necklet a/id belt , fa t.nin^ them uncujisciously . ) 
 
 Emblems of power and of glory 
 Toys for which the haaiaa hcart'doth yearn 
 
QUEEN BERTHA or TlIc: VJW . 53 
 
 Baubles that speak to me of bv-:r">-" f^^ys 
 Ot s.niliag visions . . . and oi d;;,/. •; , o^.ne ye 
 10 luc ior siieiicr .^ To aie , ihy viv.u:a .■' { raising 
 the cl ) I'i -iiic ui iicMiy oviy lur s'Duli'n ail uj.':i/tg 
 a .'o tile neddet . ) 
 
 How uiiea Utivc 1 dreant these soft warm folds 
 Would shield the wearer frum ail human woes ! 
 Ah me I How 1 did piaii die weliiare r,i my serfs ! 
 How 1 did pray that ihey should Itarii to bless my name 
 
 ( gazii^ ai i/ic crown . ) 
 •Wha'. makes ihee such a burden.-' Thy power Ir 
 Thy weight of gokl ? or the deuds ihou shelterest? 
 V/hy , uiou art so lighi ! ( /'uts it on . ) 
 
 Me thinks it fits mc well ! 
 ( wi/A j(mdimi exaltation as if uii/ic^sifig a dream of 
 the fulurc , rising. ) 
 
 What iicw iu-ciigiii takes possession of my soul ? 
 Sweet visions of home and fr:endi> revive ! 
 Never 'gainst my life was sordid s.cel uplifted I 
 Father , moiiier , sisters dear 1 see . . . 
 Pepin 1.-, my lord ! ' Fis 1 , who by his side 
 Guide iiis bi-w lo kindness and to mercy 
 Make his rule be loved and his uiuniphs fair I 
 
 that gipsy . . . her prophetic word.-> . ..'* Unto thee 
 A son is b;)rn I Gallia's git>ry and a moUier's pride I 
 Blesi vvith his grand sire's name and great like him in 
 
 deeds 1 
 From e;ist to west , from north t(^ south 
 His name shall crush our Germanic fc/t ! 
 His am, saall fell ihe Saracen ! Th'imperial star 
 Shines from vasi Atlantic to Arabic shores ! 
 A higher fame than Gallia's cjueen is mine ^ 
 
 1 am queen Bertha , mother of Charlemain ! ! t 
 
 SCENE VII. 
 Enter soldiers , folloyed by captain the same . ) 
 
 FIKSr SOLDIEK . 
 
 Here she is ! — Comrades !( to bkrtka seizing her . ) 
 
 We've caught you at last ! 
 You led us a lively d-ince , my lady I 
 
 BERTH A .( sliaJzing him off . ) 
 Unhand me ! How dare you ? 1 an ihe queen ! 
 
54 QUEEX Bi:RTILi CI TirE rJlV , j 
 
 SECOND SOLDIER . 
 
 A likely tale forsooth 1 We know better than that 1 
 The old hag , your mother , all your i.>al deeds did tell. 
 
 BEitTHA . ( realising the sihiatioji . ) 
 Biit you mistake me , 1 am iu;i ilic qaeeu I 
 
 FIRST ttoLDIER . 
 
 Ha ! You change tune i^-lready ! You begin to find 
 It is rather too hot sometimes to be a queen ! 
 You'll find it hotter yet ere we are doae with you I 
 
 SECOND SOLDIER - 
 
 How do yoii like ii nice hut stake , my lady queea-1 
 
 BERTHA . ( horrified . ) 
 The Slake ! 
 
 FIRST SOLDIER . 
 
 That is the dish your roy.il jr.outh must chew I 
 CAPTAiNf Enteriny . ) 
 Let her in peace men ! You. are hci e ^^ execute 
 Not to insult that woman ! Go prepare the stake I 
 Bring logs and branches and make up che pile I 
 Have ihe torches lit I Sound the bugle : Slop ine search 
 Summon your comrades here I I'll watch the prisoner ! 
 
 ( to BERTHA . ) 
 
 Prepare yourself for death i 
 
 BERTHA . 
 
 Man of mercy . listen ! 
 You take me for another ! I am a peasant girl ! 
 I live in yonder hut . . . 
 
 CAPTAIN . 
 With those clothes on ? Com.e , come, 
 What foolishness is this? Why, woman, we have 
 Followed thee from our camp and ne'er lost sight 
 Of that red cloak and veil I Count of Laon himself 
 Pointed you Oiit to us as you were running past I 
 Half oar legion followed . The rest remained 
 Around your mother's pile ! 
 
 BERTHA . 
 
 'Tis a fatal mistake I 
 These are not mine 1 1 found them near my hut . . , 
 1 am Bathi^de ! Does no one know me here ? 
 
 CAPTAIN . 
 Why don't you say at once you're the princess Bertha 
 Whom you murdered four years ago ! 'Twere just as true 
 Pshaw I Thy doom is too nigh to waste your time in tales 
 
QUEZX LERTHA ^; TllE VOW 55 
 
 1 ail ao priest ; still 1 dare advise you 
 
 To st;e;v without delay thit raercv iron abDve 
 
 You c i:iaot [iai bjb.v 1 Tarii to H[-^ave:i those prayers 
 
 Useless to you on earth . St^e ! thy minutes are few. 
 
 The pile is rising fast I 
 
 ( S'towing i/w plU in the background . ) 
 
 BERTHA . 
 
 O mockery of fate ! 
 Must 1 die thus, branded wiih direst infamy 
 When rays of suushine seemed to dawn at last on me ! 
 And ao one , no one , to say one word fv)r me I 
 Simon, Louis , Clothaire , where are you all ? 
 The serfs are at the fields . . . these soldiers 1 know 
 
 not 
 The only few I knew I sent away myself ! ! ! 
 Kind :n in , you had a mother I In her sacred name 
 Delay my fate ... 
 
 CAPTAIN . 
 
 An example so bad 1 could not set my men ! 
 Delay means the hope t'escape us ! 
 That hope forbear 1 Did you attempt to move a step 
 My sword would pierce your heart . Again I say 
 Time flies. . . Prepare for death I 
 
 BEKTHA . 
 
 Death ! 1 have faced it once 
 Already . . . but this lingering torture ... to feel 
 The flaaies rising slowly, upward curling . . . 
 Leaving the mind alive, the body gone to ashes ! 
 O Heaven, inspire me ! 
 
 FIRST SOLDIER . 
 
 Everything is ready ! 
 
 CAPTAIN . 
 
 Do your duty then ! ( They seize bertha fir* drag her 
 .backwards . ) bertha . 
 
 Have mercy ! My death 
 Be on your heads ! 'Tis a mistake ! Take me 
 Before the king I Show him this ring! 
 
 CAPTAIN . 
 
 Mind not her cries ! 
 SCENE VIII. 
 
 •■"^'^E^'ter CHAR (BERT , later pepin &* the couNTEsS , 
 later simon ^ serfs . 
 
CHAR I BERT J. t'usking in siuorJ in hand, ) 
 Let me strike her once and avenge my child ! 
 
 BERTHA . ( breaking from the soldiers 
 running to hi'n <Sr* kn'eling . ) 
 
 kill me ! I'll die .sjiadly by 3'oar hand ! 
 
 CHAKiBEKi . (pc'iti/ud, dropping his sword,) 
 Ah I Bertha \ Does my poor sigh-, deceive me 1 
 Bertha I my 'olcssed cuild ! ( /C-n'Taci-ug her . ) 
 
 PEPIN . {foUoivcd by the countess . ) 
 Hasten mother , look there ! 
 
 COUNTESS . 
 
 'Tis Bertha ! mv Bertlii 1 
 
 PEPIN . 
 
 i\iy sweet heroic queen ! 
 Come to my pdace and soon my tender loving care 
 Wdl bring I'orgetfulness to all tliy woes I 
 
 BERTHA - 
 
 It cannot be \ riilda is still thy wife ! 
 
 PEPIN . 
 
 Ere this my guards have seized her and her life 
 Has paid her guilt . 
 
 BERTHA . 
 
 She escaped them ! From this very spot 
 
 1 sheltered her trom iheai . 
 
 CHARIBERT . 
 
 Hilda alive or dead 
 Can trouble thee no longer . The trankish law- 
 Holds void the marriage of a serf ! 
 
 SIMON . {from the path above , holding 
 Tybers- cloak . 
 
 The (^ueen is drowned ! She had disguised herself 
 In coarse attire . vVe saw her through the bushes 
 And cleared it at a jump . She ran . This torrent here 
 Suddenly stopped her and when she saw us 
 Gaining ground and nearing her , she leapt with a 
 
 scream 
 Into the gar:^ling foam . 1 strove in vain to eseize 
 Her . The rushing water swept her away and left 
 Her mantle in my hands . 
 
 BERTHA . 
 
 1 gave it her ! 
 That torrent is the one near which I was to die I 
 O Heavenly justice 1 
 
q'jze:: j:::::'ha c t.::: rjiv 57 
 
 SIMON . {seeing bertha . ) 
 Barhilde ! " 
 
 BtiRTHA . 
 
 Nay , queen Bertha 
 Who will not forget yoar kiiiJaess lo hJithilde ! 
 {^\M.oi^ kmels &* k.sses BiiKTHA'y hani . ) 
 
 PEPIN . ( drawing his sword £r* 
 dubbing him knight . ) Rise 
 
 My lord of Beaurepaire ! Let all the land around 
 Be thus forever called , for here a queen 
 Was sheltered and was saved ; And '.hine it is 
 And to thy heirs, as long a^, Gaiiia Uves ! 
 ( to the crowd -which has assembled. ) 
 Know ye all , this is my true lawtul wife 
 Bertha of Laon and queen of France ! 
 CROWD . 
 
 Hail ! Hail ! Hail ! 
 
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