The pomps of my rank I could resign without regret.

But to rescue thee, in this black crisis, I will spend my heart's blood.

Whose IS that blood but thine?
With joy will I rally my warriors to avenge thy affront; defy death at the foot of the ramparts [of Daun and his Eckartsberg, ahead yonder], and either conquer, or be buried under thy ruins." Very well; but ah,-- "Preparing with such purpose, ye Heavens, what mournful cries are those that reach us: 'Death haa laid low thy Mother!'-- Hah, that was the last stroke, then, which angry Fate had reserved for me .-- O Mother, Death flies my misfortunes, and spreads his livid horrors over thee! [Very tender, very sad, what he says of his Mother; but must be omitted and imagined.

General finale is:] "Thus Destiny with a deluge of torments fills the poisoned remnant of my days.

The present is hideous to me, the future unknown: what, you say I am the creature of a BENEficent Being ?-- Quoi serais-fe forme par un Dieu bienfaisati?
Ah! s'il etait si bon, tendre pour son ouvrage"-- -- Husht, my little Titan! "And now, ye promoters of sacred lies, go on leading cowards by the nose, in the dark windings of your labyrinth:--to me the enchantment is ended, the charm disappears.