SCENE IV.--_A battle-field. Enter troops marching. Fighting begins

in the distance. Enter two officers._

_1st O._ This is the final chance for Germany. Be Henry now defeated on this field, He loses empire, Rodulph holds the west.

_2nd O._ Woe with poor Germany, her lands lie waste, Her cities either sacked or arméd forts, Withstand the common foe; her King outcast, Battles for his rule with his own vassals.

(_Enter_ HENRY _with a few knights_.)

_Hen._ This way, this way, the enemy press back, One struggle now for Germany and my crown.

(_All pass out. Enter_ WOLF _of Hamburg, with the head of_ RODULPH.)

_Wolf._ Ha, ha, thou thing that wert a pope’s retainer, Roll there the nonce an’ mix thee with the dust, Thou that dared a king’s prerogatives.

(_Re-enter_ HENRY.)

_Wolf._ Victory! Sire; victory!

_Hen._ How now?

_Wolf._ I bring thee not thy crown, but rather the head That would have worn it. Knowest the face?

_Hen._ Rodulph!

_Wolf._ Even so, his army be repulsed, And Germany is thine to rule once more.

(_Enter_ Soldiers.)

_Hen._ Good Lords and Generals, Fellow-countrymen, The enemy to all our peace is dead, His army routed and the battle ours, The God of battles now hath smiled our way, We will henceforth resume our royal sway. See that our pardon be proclaiméd wide To all who lay down arms or join our ranks. Meantime we bury this defeated rebel And with him memory of this evil time, Then hence to Rome to make our empery strong. Know henceforth Lords and Generals, Henry stands The champion of Europe’s civil rights, The friend of liberty and trampled man. Nor shall this sword be sheathed till Germany And Italy, yea, all of Europe’s soil Be freed from sway of proud, pretentious priests, And peace, humanity and freedom reign.

[_Curtain._