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 fall on their knees.

stands in the same position, threatening, with axe in hand.

stands under the linden itself in enthusiastic rapture.

''has fallen on his knees beneath the linden. The linden opens and steps forth.''

Hanička.—You have returned to me! You have found me!

Miller.—My vision became blurred, I went astray. But I have you back, Hanička, my soul, my strength!

Zajíček (Moved).—O, the thyme!

Meanwhile a chorus of male voices bursts forth from above:

The spirit of the race is a broad shield

That through the strife of ages works its charms;

The deeds our fathers did, the dreams they dreamed,

Live in this blessed heritage of ancient arms.

, carrying the lantern,, and the preceding with the exception of the servants.

comes in from the wood on the left.

The light in the linden tree is becoming dim, the music is dying away. is bewildered., confused, is about to step forward towards the , but does not dare.

Princess (To the and the ).—I now comprehend, I understand what you should have known, and failed to know, or else knew and still ruthlessly set at naught. This tree here is the embodied spirit of the people, made sacred through their homage and faith. Let no one even touch it with evil intent! What you intended to accomplish was of your own caprice, and you only served me ill thereby. (To, pointing to the linden.) That is your right and will remain your right. You have remained true to it. But yet you did not trust me. (Takes lantern from .) Behold, as I break this lantern and thereby free you from servitude for all time, so do I tell the truth when I say that knew nothing of this intrigue. (Throws the lantern to the ground, breaking it.)

Miller.—Now I believe you, Your Grace, and I shall gratefully remember your words.

Princess (With a bitter smile).—And you have your happiness.

Miller (Grasps hand).—Yes, with Hanička only can I be happy.