With you to aid his plans, to fix his purposes, PRINCESS. How blind is pride! The Count was right, Oulita, I am not worthy of him, nor of you. Nay, let me kneel to you. Could you but know I do not grudge his fondness for that cheek. I meant that I must love what he had loved, And I do love it [kisses her]. We'll rest together, dear, His peril is most urgent. I did not Your Marie Was not in all things bad,—not always wicked. I am ashamed to look at you, and say The base word stripes,―could you have known how tenderly I felt to you, never so much before, And how I roamed and roamed about in agony, Contriving some excuse to make you ask Your pardon, and none came, you must, you would Have pitied me. Down at your feet I could have humbly knelt, Imploring you to kneel at mine, Oulita; Indeed I could. But then my odious pride Stiffened my soul again. OULITA. But more, you say, Than ever, then, you loved your own Oulita. PRINCESS. What is the worth of my love that could do OULITA. We poor ones, Who from our infancy are curbed and bent, PRINCESS. Generous Oulita, Always some foolish, fond excuse for me. The sorry mask of serfdom The world would scarce believe its mocking eyes One man, and yet the fonder of each other. Is it not so, Oulita? OULITA. Dearest, it is. PRINCESS. Not dearest, I must tell the Count if you [OULITA hides her head on the PRINCESS's breast. They the room. Thus the noble womanhood of the Princess's nature asserts itself: and thus the Fourth Act ends. At the beginning of the Fifth Act, the Count, awaking from a fearful dream, finds Oulita's letter, telling him she has fled to save him from ruin, and begging that he would never let it be known that he had aided her in her escape. Even as he reads it, Grübner and his men are upon him. The Count retains his firmness, but tells Grübner that he is beaten. He is carried away, to be placed before the Czar. And now, in Prince Lanskof's house, Oulita meets the Small Wise Man, and claims his promise to provide her poison. He gives her what, rubbed upon the lips, will in three minutes cause death; but he speaks as follows:: Promise me this. Before You use this fatal gift of mine, bring back— And anxiously the little nurse upheld The child, as you both strayed beside the stream— I've often wandered there-which marked your garden, The ponderous man, laid his large hand upon Your head, saying you were his wise Oulita― Then think, was this the end for which they toiled, In one rash moment to obliterate What they so prized-why then God's blessing on you. We are next carried to the palace, where we find the Emperor and Grübner in conversation. We find that the Count is already on his way into Siberian exile; but the Emperor, who loves him, bitterly laments that there is no loophole for pardoning him. Grübner goes, and then a serf almost forces her way into the imperial presence. It is Oulita, now resolute in despair. A noble scene follows. She boldly tells the Emperor that greater men than the Count have loved where they should not she justifies the Count against the charge of arson and murder; says Mitchka fell in fair fight; and appealing to the Emperor closely, declares that if the Countess whom he loved were sentenced to be scourged, and he burnt down a city to save her, she would not think less of the Czar. The Czar thinks she wishes to follow the Count; but is astonished when he learns that what she wishes is that he should wed the Princess. The Emperor grasps at the idea: says all might then be hushed; but adds that neither Princess nor Count would consent. But the poor Princess, the gentle woman at last, has come with Oulita in a page's dress, and when the Emperor asks her if she will marry the Count, reminding her at the same time of her own slighted affection and her father's wrongs, she replies humbly that she will, and not seek his love, nor ask him to live with her. The Emperor instantly signs a pardon, and tells them to hasten with it along the road to Siberia. Still he fears that the Count, however much he loves liberty, will hardly make a marriage serve as a means of safety. But he bids them God speed, and says at least they may try. Then we are at a village on the road to Siberia. We hear in the distance the Song of the Exiles;' and a train of exiles enters, among whom is the Count. Ermolaï is there, kindly attending his fallen master; and the Count eagerly asks him of Oulita. There enter Oulita, the Princess veiled, and the Small Wise Man. They look anxiously among the prisoners, and at length recognise the Count. The Count sees Oulita, and bursts into a joyful speech, assuring her that the evil dreaded so much dwindles when it comes at last. She tells the Count of the conditional pardon she bears, and entreats him to marry the Princess. He declares that he is incapable of such baseness. Oulita then brings the Small Wise Man, hoping that his reasonings may move the Count: but the Count states the case to him; and he declares the Count is right. The Count then speaks to Oulita; says he will yet return and claim her : If not, I have a loving memory always by me, Then he asks Oulita if she had often thought of him : Once only, Edgar ;— But that thought lasted long. And still entreating him to wed the Princess, and so save himself for usefulness and honour, she puts the poison to her lips, and dies as she joins their hands. Poor Oulita judged that by thus unselfishly sacrificing herself, she would make the Count feel himself free. It was a useless sacrifice. He tells the Princess he loves her now for her true love for the dead; but he has no heart to offer. No word says the Princess, |