The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Vol 2 (of 2)
Chapter 74
_To these enter TERTSKY._
_Countess (meeting him)._ What meant that cry? What was it?
_Tertsky._ All is lost!
_Countess._ What! they regarded not his countenance?
_Tertsky._ 'Twas all in vain.
_Duchess._ They shouted Vivat!
_Tertsky._ To the Emperor.
_Countess._ The traitors!
_Tertsky._ Nay! he was not once permitted Even to address them. Soon as he began, 5 With deafening noise of warlike instruments They drowned his words. But here he comes.