Their feast of peace was early for the times;

There are more spirits abroad than have been laid
With Wallenstein!

Sieg. No, no; I have no children: never more Call me by that worst name of parent.

Ida. (taking ULRIC's hand.) Who shall dare say this of

Ulric?

Sieg. Ida, beware! there 's blood upon that hand.

Ida. (stooping to kiss it.) I'd kiss it off, though it were

Sieg.

[Exit ULRIC.

Oh, great God!

[IDA falls senseless-JOSEPHINE stands speechless with horror.

The wretch hath slain

Them both! - My Josephine! we are now alone!
Would we had ever been so! All is over

For me! Now open wide, my sire, thy grave;

Thy curse hath dug it deeper for thy son

In mine! The race of Siegendorf is past!

THE

DEFORMED TRANSFORMED;

A DRAMA.

Spirits, Soldiers, Citizens of Rome, Priests, Peasants, &c.