_Count._ 'Tis false! and I'll be instantly reveng'd! _Bar._ And so will I? [_As they are going into the chateau._ QUINTETTO. _Bar._ Rage inspires me. _Count._ Madness fires me. _Both._ I'll the slave to pieces tear! _Enter_ Oliver _from the house._ _Ol._ Sorrow banish, Anger vanish, Come and bless the wedded pair! _Count._ Plague, _Bar._ Confound, _Both._ The wedded pair! _Enter_ Ulrica _from the house._ _Ul._ As late I travers'd yonder plain, I heard a pilgrim worn with pain, A trav'ller thus addressing: "What can't be cur'd Must be endur'd, But pray, kind friend, your blessing." _Chris. at_ } "What can't be cur'd _the window._ } Must be endur'd, } But pray, kind friend, your blessing." _Ul._ You hear (_to baron_)--and you (_to countess._) _Bar._ } We do! we do! _Count._ } _Ul._ And you agree! (_coaxing them._) I see--I see! We've liberty! _All._ Love, true love is crown'd with glory! _Viva--viva con amore!_ [_Exeunt._ SCENE II.--_The interior of the abbey._ _Enter the_ abbot _and_ Agnes. _Ab._ An unknown orphan, named Agnes Lindorf, by him, your benefactor! _Ag._ By baron Ravensburg, whose son has so befriended me. But I detain you from most urgent duty. The great, the good, all, all advance to grace your installation. _Ab._ They do. But he, this baron, you suspect may know the motive for your accusation? (_Agnes accords._) Oh that I knew! for I would court each, the most trifling circumstance, still further to destroy your fell accuser's hopes. Well, well, they are destroyed! Long ere this dark tribunal had a name, ages had sanction'd our monastic rights. And let but your protecting friend arrive, you may pass free from this devoted land, to one where unmask'd justice sits in open day, and prince and peasant meet with equal hearing. _Ag._ We may, we may--and live to recompense thy matchless kindness. But still these awful these enrag'd avengers! Why, why does he delay? _Enter_ St. Clair. _St. Clair._ My lord, a stranger! _Ag._ (_looking out._) 'Tis he! 'tis Ravensburg! [_Exit St. Clair._ _Enter_ Ravensburg. Welcome! Oh welcome! Behold the man (_pointing to the abbot_) who scorning prejudic'd, corrupt compliance--(_Ravensburg turns away, and hides his face._) Hah! that look! those tears!