Enter FREDERICK, with KELMAR, and the attendants from the Chateau Friberg, armed with sabres, in uniform. Fre. Wretch your escape is now impossible. Surrender to the injured laws of your country. Gri. Never. The brave band that now await my commands within the mill-double your number.-Golotz! LOTHAIR, in the cloak of Golotz, enters from a small door in the Mill, concealing his face as much as possible without its appearing intentional. Gri. Quick-let my bride appear. {Exit Lothair; at the same instant, Ravina enters in front; Grindoff starts. Ra. She is here! what would you? Gri. Ravina-traitress ! Ra. Traitress! What then art thou? But I come not here to parley; ere it be too late, make one atonement for thy injuries-restore this old man's child. Kel. Does she still live? Gri. She does; but not for thee, or for the youth Lothair. Ra. Then do I know my course-obdurate man, thy career of infamy and guilt is over. Enter LOTHAIR, conducting CLAUDINE from the Mill; his cloak still concealing him. Cla. Oh, my dear father! Kel. My child! Claudine-oh! spare, in pity spare her. Gri. Now, mark; unless you instantly withdraw your followers, and let my troop pass free, by my hand she dies! Kel. Oh, mercy! Fre. Hold yet a moment! Gri. Withdraw your followers. Fre. 'Till thou art yielded up to justice, they never shall depart: Gri. For that threat, be this your recompence! Lot. And this my triumph! (music.) [Lothair throws aside the cloak, and his natural complexion is seen; he throws himself before Claudine, and receives Grindoff's attack; the robber is wounded, and staggers back, sounds his bugle, and the Mill is crowded with banditti. Lothair, having caught Claudine in his arms, (and previously thrown back the bridge upon his release from Grindoff,) hurries across it, and as he is on it, cries, " Now, Ravina, now, fire the train!" Ravina instantly sets fire to the fuze, the flash of which is seen to run down the side of the rock into the gully under the bridge from which she has ascended, and the explosion immediately takes place. Kelmar rushing forward, catches Claudine in his arms, and the whole form a group as the curtain descends. THE END. W. Flint, Printer, Old Bailey, London. ADVERTISEMENT. To the Proprietors, for the splendid liberality bestowed on this Melo-Drame; to Mr. Farley, for his masterly arrangement of the action; and to the Performers, for their exertions in the representation, my best thanks are due: I therefore request them, collectively, and individually, to accept my sincere acknowledgments. The talents of the Painter, and of the Machinist, are so conspicuous in the structure of this after-piece, that I should deprive myself of a gratification, and commit an act of injustice, not to mention, with sentiments of obligation, the names of Messrs. Grieve, and Saul. London, November 5th, 1813. J. P.' |