SCENE IV.

WANDA, LESZEK.

_The clang of arms is heard in the distance._

LESZEK (_entering hurriedly_.)

My queen! I bring this strange intelligence: The German army, with a vast array, Have cross’d the weakly guarded frontier; Havoc and sacrilege their march attend.

WANDA.

Let all the dukes their varied corps assemble, Wanda herself will lead them to the field; The bravest people that the world can boast, Shall never murmur at their timid queen, But rather say, she burns to be our guide; To combat for our country, and our gods; Dread powers! be this, our rightful cause, your care, ’Tis yours to award us victory, or death!

[_Exeunt omnes._