_Ul._ No, not while one glimmering hope remains of Agnes's safety and her foes' defeat. _Chris._ No, that we won't--but go, and plead in her behalf. [_Kissing_ Ulrica's _hand._ _Ul._ That I will; and doubt not, Christopher--Heaven still will guard the unprotected orphan! [_Exit._ _Chris._ Never--never was couple so match'd! so much alike in all that's amiable and lovely! Oh, when we arrive in Franconia! I know one of our neighbours, who will be all envy--baron Donderdronckdickdorff; for though his wife treats him with the most sovereign contempt, he is still obliged to look up to her. SONG--_Christopher._ I. Baron Donderdronckdickdorff said, one summer's day, "Tho' wedlock's a word that revolts, Whatever our folks in Westphalia may say, I've a great mind to marry miss Quoltz. For of all the dear angels that live near the Weser, Miss Quoltz is the stoutest and tallest; Tho' of all German barons ambitious to please her, I know I'm the shortest and smallest." How I should like the marriage waltz To dance with thee, my lovely Quoltz! II. Poor Donderdronckdickdorff, with amorous phiz, On tiptoe imparted his flame, "Ah! baron!" she sigh'd, "what a pity it is, You are not half so long as your name!" "If names," said the baron, "were smaller or bigger, To suit ev'ry size at a pinch, Your name, dear miss Quoltz, to keep up to your figure, Wou'd measure six foot and an inch." How I should like, &c. III. The wedding-day fix'd, both the parties agreed, That the peasants should dance German waltzes, And drink to the future mix'd long-and-short breed Of the Donderdronckdickdorffs and Quoltzes. To the church, then, on foot, went the ace with his size-- "What's this crowd for?" cries one of the people. "For a baron, who's taking," an arch wag replies, "A morning's walk under the steeple." How I should like, &c. IV. Before supper, one knight, ere the honey-moon fled, They so quarrell'd some wives wou'd have struck him; But the baroness took up the lord of her bed, And over the chimney-piece stuck him. As the servant came in, said the baron, "you clown, Not a word when the guests come to sup: I have only been giving my wife a set-down, And she giving me a set-up." How I should like, &c. [_Exit._ SCENE IV.--_The grand aisle of the abbey, in the upper part of the sanctuary._ _Enter_ Bernardo, St. Clair, _and two other monks._ [_Flourish of drums and trumpets without._ _Bern._ You hear! Soon the victorious foe will force our walls; for, can they long sustain the shock of such an host? Or if they could--for what? for whom? Are we agreed?