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    Title: The Piccolomini
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    Author: Friedrich Schiller

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# THE PICCOLOMINI,

## By Friedrich Schiller

### Translated by S. T. Coleridge.

"Upon the whole there can be no doubt that this trilogy forms, in its original tongue, one of the most splendid specimens of tragic art the world has witnessed; and none at all, that the execution of the version from which we have quoted so largely, places Mr. Coleridge in the very first rank of poetical translators. He is, perhaps, the solitary example of a man of very great original genius submitting to all the labors, and reaping all the honors of this species of literary exertion."—Blackwood, 1823.

## PREFACE.

The two dramas,—PICCOLOMINI, or the first part of WALLENSTEIN, and the DEATH OF WALLENSTEIN, are introduced in the original manuscript by a prelude in one act, entitled WALLENSTEIN'S CAMP. This is written in rhyme, and in nine-syllable verse, in the same lilting metre (if that expression may be permitted), with the second Eclogue of Spenser's Shepherd's Calendar.

This prelude possesses a sort of broad humor, and is not deficient in character: but to have translated it into prose, or into any other metre than that of the original, would have given a false idea both of its style and purport; to have translated it into the same metre would have been incompatible with a faithful adherence to the sense of the German from the comparative poverty of our language in rhymes; and it would have been unadvisable, from the incongruity of those lax verses with the present taste of the English public. Schiller's intention seems to have been merely to have prepared his reader for the tragedies by a lively picture of laxity of discipline and the mutinous dispositions of Wallenstein's soldiery. It is not necessary as a preliminary explanation. For these reasons it has been thought expedient not to translate it.

The admirers of Schiller, who have abstracted their idea of that author from the Robbers, and the Cabal and Love, plays in which the main interest is produced by the excitement of curiosity, and in which the curiosity is excited by terrible and extraordinary incident, will not have perused without some portion of disappointment the dramas, which it has been my employment to translate. They should, however, reflect that these are historical dramas taken from a popular German history; that we must, therefore, judge of them in some measure with the feelings of Germans; or, by analogy, with the interest excited in us by similar dramas in our own language. Few, I trust, would be rash or ignorant enough to compare Schiller with Shakspeare; yet, merely as illustration, I would say that we should proceed to the perusal of Wallenstein, not from Lear or Othello, but from Richard II., or the three parts of Henry VI. We scarcely expect rapidity in an historical drama; and many prolix speeches are pardoned from characters whose names and actions have formed the most amusing tales of our early life. On the other hand, there exist in these plays more individual beauties, more passages whose excellence will bear reflection than in the former productions of Schiller. The description of the Astrological Tower, and the reflections of the Young Lover, which follow it, form in the original a fine poem; and my translation must have been wretched indeed if it can have wholly overclouded the beauties of the scene in the first act of the first play between Questenberg, Max, and Octavio Piccolomini. If we except the scene of the setting sun in the Robbers, I know of no part in Schiller's plays which equals the first scene of the fifth act of the concluding plays. [In this edition, scene iii., act v.] It would be unbecoming in me to be more diffuse on this subject. A translator stands connected with the original author by a certain law of subordination which makes it more decorous to point out excellences than defects; indeed, he is not likely to be a fair judge of either. The pleasure or disgust from his own labor will mingle with the feelings that arise from an afterview of the original. Even in the first perusal of a work in any foreign language which we understand, we are apt to attribute to it more excellence than it really possesses from our own pleasurable sense of difficulty overcome without effort. Translation of poetry into poetry is difficult, because the translator must give a brilliancy to his language without that warmth of original conception from which such brilliancy would follow of its own accord. But the translator of a living author is incumbered with additional inconveniences. If he render his original faithfully as to the sense of each passage, he must necessarily destroy a considerable portion of the spirit; if he endeavor to give a work executed according to laws of compensation he subjects himself to imputations of vanity or misrepresentation. I have thought it my duty to remain bound by the sense of my original with as few exceptions as the nature of the languages rendered possible. S. T. C.

THE PICCOLOMINI.

## DRAMATIS PERSONAE.

      WALLENSTEIN, Duke of Friedland, Generalissimo of the Imperial Forces
         in the Thirty Years' War.
      OCTAVIO PICCOLOMINI, Lieutenant-General.
      MAX. PICCOLOMINI, his Son, Colonel of a Regiment of Cuirassiers.
      COUNT TERZKY, the Commander of several Regiments, and Brother-in-law
         of Wallenstein.
      ILLO, Field-Marshal, Wallenstein's Confidant.
      ISOLANI, General of the Croats.
      BUTLER, an Irishman, Commander of a Regiment of Dragoons.
      TIEFENBACH,  |
      DON MARADAS, | Generals under Wallenstein.
      GOETZ,    |
      KOLATTO,   |
      NEUMANN, Captain of Cavalry, Aide-de-Camp to Terzky.
      VON QUESTENBERG, the War Commissioner, Imperial Envoy.
      BAPTISTA SENI, an Astrologer.
      DUCHESS OF FRIEDLAND, Wife of Wallenstein.
      THEKLA, her Daughter, Princess of Friedland.
      THE COUNTESS TERZRY, Sister of the Duchess.
      A CORNET.
      COLONELS and GENERALS (several).
      PAGES and ATTENDANTS belonging to Wallenstein.
      ATTENDANTS and HOBOISTS belonging to Terzky.
      MASTER OF THE CELLAR to Count Terzky.
      VALET DE CHAMBRE of Count Piccolomini.

## ACT I.

## SCENE I.

          An old Gothic Chamber in the Council-House at Pilsen,
          decorated with Colors and other War Insignia.

          ILLO, with BUTLER and ISOLANI.

       ILLO.
       Ye have come too late-but ye are come! The distance,
       Count Isolani, excuses your delay.

       ISOLANI.
       Add this too, that we come not empty-handed.
       At Donauwerth 1 it was reported to us,
       A Swedish caravan was on its way,
       Transporting a rich cargo of provision,
       Almost six hundreds wagons. This my Croats
       Plunged down upon and seized, this weighty prize!—
       We bring it hither——

       ILLO.
                  Just in time to banquet
       The illustrious company assembled here.

       BUTLER.
       'Tis all alive! a stirring scene here!

       ISOLANI.
                          Ay!
       The very churches are full of soldiers.
                 [Casts his eye round.
       And in the council-house, too, I observe,
       You're settled quite at home! Well, well! we soldiers
       Must shift and suit us in what way we can.

       ILLO.
       We have the colonels here of thirty regiments.
       You'll find Count Terzky here, and Tiefenbach,
       Kolatto, Goetz, Maradas, Hinnersam,
       The Piccolomini, both son and father—
       You'll meet with many an unexpected greeting
       From many an old friend and acquaintance. Only
       Gallas is wanting still, and Altringer.

       BUTLER.
       Expect not Gallas.

       ILLO (hesitating).
                 How so? Do you know——

       ISOLANI (interrupting him).
       Max. Piccolomini here? O bring me to him.
       I see him yet ('tis now ten years ago,
       We were engaged with Mansfeldt hard by Dessau),
       I see the youth, in my mind's eye I see him,
       Leap his black war-horse from the bridge adown,
       And t'ward his father, then in extreme peril,
       Beat up against the strong tide of the Elbe.
       The down was scarce upon his chin! I hear
       He has made good the promise of his youth,
       And the full hero now is finished in him.

       ILLO.
       You'll see him yet ere evening. He conducts
       The Duchess Friedland hither, and the princess 2
       From Caernthen 3. We expect them here at noon.

       BUTLER.
       Both wife and daughter does the duke call hither?
       He crowds in visitants from all sides.

       ISOLANI.
                          Hm!
       So much the better! I had framed my mind
       To hear of naught but warlike circumstance,
       Of marches and attacks, and batteries;
       And lo! the duke provides, and something too
       Of gentler sort and lovely, should be present
       To feast our eyes.

       ILLO (who has been standing in the attitude of meditation, to BUTLER,
          whom he leads a little on one side).
                 And how came you to know
       That the Count Gallas joins us not?

       BUTLER.
                         Because
       He importuned me to remain behind.

       ILLO (with warmth).
       And you? You hold out firmly!
                [Grasping his hand with affection.
                       Noble Butler!

       BUTLER.
       After the obligation which the duke
       Had laid so newly on me——

       ILLO.
                     I had forgotten
       A pleasant duty—major-general,
       I wish you joy!

       ISOLANI.
               What, you mean, of this regiment?
       I hear, too, that to make the gift still sweeter,
       The duke has given him the very same
       In which he first saw service, and since then
       Worked himself step by step, through each preferment,
       From the ranks upwards. And verily, it gives
       A precedent of hope, a spur of action
       To the whole corps, if once in their remembrance
       An old deserving soldier makes his way.

       BUTLER.
       I am perplexed and doubtful whether or no
       I dare accept this your congratulation.
       The emperor has not yet confirmed the appointment.

       ISOLANI.
       Seize it, friend, seize it! The hand which in that post
       Placed you is strong enough to keep you there,
       Spite of the emperor and his ministers!

       ILLO.
       Ay, if we would but so consider it!—
       If we would all of us consider it so!
       The emperor gives us nothing; from the duke
       Comes all—whate'er we hope, whate'er we have.

       ISOLANI (to ILLO).
       My noble brother! did I tell you how
       The duke will satisfy my creditors?
       Will be himself my bankers for the future,
       Make me once more a creditable man!
       And this is now the third time, think of that!
       This kingly-minded man has rescued me
       From absolute ruin and restored my honor.

       ILLO.
       Oh that his power but kept pace with his wishes!
       Why, friend! he'd give the whole world to his soldiers.
       But at Vienna, brother!—here's the grievance,—
       What politic schemes do they not lay to shorten
       His arm, and where they can to clip his pinions.
       Then these new dainty requisitions! these
       Which this same Questenberg brings hither!

       BUTLER.
                             Ay!
       Those requisitions of the emperor—
       I too have heard about them; but I hope
       The duke will not draw back a single inch!

       ILLO.
       Not from his right most surely, unless first
       From office!

       BUTLER (shocked and confused).
              Know you aught then? You alarm me.

       ISOLANI (at the same time with BUTLER, and in a hurrying voice).
       We should be ruined, every one of us!

       ILLO.
       Yonder I see our worthy friend [spoken with a sneer] approaching
       With the Lieutenant-General Piccolomini.

       BUTLER (shaking his head significantly).
       I fear we shall not go hence as we came.

## SCENE II.

          Enter OCTAVIO PICCOLOMINI and QUESTENBERG.

       OCTAVIO (still in the distance).
       Ay! ah! more still! Still more new visitors!
       Acknowledge, friend! that never was a camp,
       Which held at once so many heads of heroes.

       QUESTENBERG.
       Let none approach a camp of Friedland's troops
       Who dares to think unworthily of war;
       E'en I myself had nigh forgot its evils
       When I surveyed that lofty soul of order,
       By which, while it destroys the world—itself
       Maintains the greatness which itself created.

       OCTAVIO (approaching nearer).
       Welcome, Count Isolani!

       ISOLANI.
                   My noble brother!
       Even now am I arrived; it has been else my duty——

       OCTAVIO.
       And Colonel Butler—trust me, I rejoice
       Thus to renew acquaintance with a man
       Whose worth and services I know and honor.
       See, see, my friend!
       There might we place at once before our eyes
       The sum of war's whole trade and mystery—

          [To QUESTENBERG, presenting BUTLER and ISOLANI at the same time
          to him.

       These two the total sum—strength and despatch.

       QUESTENBERG (to OCTAVIO).
       And lo! betwixt them both, experienced prudence!

       OCTAVIO (presenting QUESTENBERG to BUTLER and ISOLANI).
       The Chamberlain and War-Commissioner Questenberg.
       The bearer of the emperor's behests,—
       The long-tried friend and patron of all soldiers,
       We honor in this noble visitor.
                        [Universal silence.

       ILLO (moving towards QUESTENBERG).
       'Tis not the first time, noble minister,
       You've shown our camp this honor.

       QUESTENBERG.
                        Once before
       I stood beside these colors.

       ILLO.
       Perchance too you remember where that was;
       It was at Znaeim 4 in Moravia, where
       You did present yourself upon the part
       Of the emperor to supplicate our duke
       That he would straight assume the chief command.

       QUESTENBURG.
       To supplicate? Nay, bold general!
       So far extended neither my commission
       (At least to my own knowledge) nor my zeal.

       ILLO.
       Well, well, then—to compel him, if you choose,
       I can remember me right well, Count Tilly
       Had suffered total rout upon the Lech.
       Bavaria lay all open to the enemy,
       Whom there was nothing to delay from pressing
       Onwards into the very heart of Austria.
       At that time you and Werdenberg appeared
       Before our general, storming him with prayers,
       And menacing the emperor's displeasure,
       Unless he took compassion on this wretchedness.

       ISOLANI (steps up to them).
       Yes, yes, 'tis comprehensible enough,
       Wherefore with your commission of to-day,
       You were not all too willing to remember
       Your former one.

       QUESTENBERG.

                Why not, Count Isolani?
       No contradiction sure exists between them.
       It was the urgent business of that time
       To snatch Bavaria from her enemy's hand;
       And my commission of to-day instructs me
       To free her from her good friends and protectors.

       ILLO.
       A worthy office! After with our blood
       We have wrested this Bohemia from the Saxon,
       To be swept out of it is all our thanks,
       The sole reward of all our hard-won victories.

       QUESTENBERG.
       Unless that wretched land be doomed to suffer
       Only a change of evils, it must be
       Freed from the scourge alike of friend or foe.

       ILLO.
       What? 'Twas a favorable year; the boors
       Can answer fresh demands already.

       QUESTENBERG.
                         Nay,
       If you discourse of herds and meadow-grounds——

       ISOLANI.
       The war maintains the war. Are the boors ruined
       The emperor gains so many more new soldiers.

       QUESTENBERG.
       And is the poorer by even so many subjects.

       ISOLANI.
       Poh! we are all his subjects.

       QUESTENBERG.
       Yet with a difference, general! The one fill
       With profitable industry the purse,
       The others are well skilled to empty it.
       The sword has made the emperor poor; the plough
       Must reinvigorate his resources.

       ISOLANI.
                        Sure!
       Times are not yet so bad. Methinks I see
          [Examining with his eye the dress and ornaments of QUESTENBERG.
       Good store of gold that still remains uncoined.

       QUESTENBERG.
       Thank Heaven! that means have been found out to hide
       Some little from the fingers of the Croats.

       ILLO.
       There! The Stawata and the Martinitz,
       On whom the emperor heaps his gifts and graces,
       To the heart-burning of all good Bohemians—
       Those minions of court favor, those court harpies,
       Who fatten on the wrecks of citizens
       Driven from their house and home—who reap no harvests
       Save in the general calamity—
       Who now, with kingly pomp, insult and mock
       The desolation of their country—these,
       Let these, and such as these, support the war,
       The fatal war, which they alone enkindled!

       BUTLER.
       And those state-parasites, who have their feet
       So constantly beneath the emperor's table,
       Who cannot let a benefice fall, but they
       Snap at it with dogs' hunger—they, forsooth,
       Would pare the soldiers bread and cross his reckoning!

       ISOLANI.
       My life long will it anger me to think,
       How when I went to court seven years ago,
       To see about new horses for our regiment,
       How from one antechamber to another
       They dragged me on and left me by the hour
       To kick my heels among a crowd of simpering
       Feast-fattened slaves, as if I had come thither
       A mendicant suitor for the crumbs of favor
       That fell beneath their tables. And, at last,
       Whom should they send me but a Capuchin!
       Straight I began to muster up my sins
       For absolution—but no such luck for me!
       This was the man, this Capuchin, with whom
       I was to treat concerning the army horses!
       And I was forced at last to quit the field,
       The business unaccomplished. Afterwards
       The duke procured me in three days what I
       Could not obtain in thirty at Vienna.

       QUESTENBERG.
       Yes, yes! your travelling bills soon found their way to us!
       Too well I know we have still accounts to settle.

       ILLO.
       War is violent trade; one cannot always
       Finish one's work by soft means; every trifle
       Must not be blackened into sacrilege.
       If we should wait till you, in solemn council,
       With due deliberation had selected
       The smallest out of four-and-twenty evils,
       I' faith we should wait long—
       "Dash! and through with it!" That's the better watchword.
       Then after come what may come. 'Tis man's nature
       To make the best of a bad thing once past.
       A bitter and perplexed "what shall I do?"
       Is worse to man than worst necessity.

       QUESTENBERG.
       Ay, doubtless, it is true; the duke does spare us
       The troublesome task of choosing.

       BUTLER.
                        Yes, the duke
       Cares with a father's feelings for his troops;
       But how the emperor feels for us, we see.

       QUESTENBERG.
       His cares and feelings all ranks share alike,
       Nor will he offer one up to another.

       ISOLANI.
       And therefore thrusts he us into the deserts
       As beasts of prey, that so he may preserve
       His dear sheep fattening in his fields at home.

       QUESTENBERG (with a sneer).
       Count! this comparison you make, not I.

       ILLO.
       Why, were we all the court supposes us
       'Twere dangerous, sure, to give us liberty.

       QUESTENBERG (gravely).
       You have taken liberty—it was not given you,
       And therefore it becomes an urgent duty
       To rein it in with the curbs.

       ILLO.
       Expect to find a restive steed in us.

       QUESTENBERG.
       A better rider may be found to rule it.

       ILLO.
       He only brooks the rider who has tamed him.

       QUESTENBERG.
       Ay, tame him once, and then a child may lead him.

       ILLO.
       The child, we know, is found for him already.

       QUESTENBERG.
       Be duty, sir, your study, not a name.

       BUTLER (who has stood aside with PICCOLOMINI, but with visible interest
           in the conversation, advances).
       Sir president, the emperor has in Germany
       A splendid host assembled; in this kingdom
       Full twenty thousand soldiers are cantoned,
       With sixteen thousand in Silesia;
       Ten regiments are posted on the Weser,
       The Rhine, and Maine; in Swabia there are six,
       And in Bavaria twelve, to face the Swedes;
       Without including in the account the garrisons
       Who on the frontiers hold the fortresses.
       This vast and mighty host is all obedient
       To Friedland's captains; and its brave commanders,
       Bred in one school, and nurtured with one milk,
       Are all excited by one heart and soul;
       They are as strangers on the soil they tread,
       The service is their only house and home.
       No zeal inspires then for their country's cause,
       For thousands like myself were born abroad;
       Nor care they for the emperor, for one half
       Deserting other service fled to ours,
       Indifferent what their banner, whether 'twere,
       The Double Eagle, Lily, or the Lion.
       Yet one sole man can rein this fiery host
       By equal rule, by equal love and fear;
       Blending the many-nationed whole in one;
       And like the lightning's fires securely led
       Down the conducting rod, e'en thus his power
       Rules all the mass, from guarded post to post,
       From where the sentry hears the Baltic roar,
       Or views the fertile vales of the Adige,
       E'en to the body-guard, who holds his watch
       Within the precincts of the imperial palace!

       QUESTENBERG.
       What's the short meaning of this long harangue?

       BUTLER.
       That the respect, the love, the confidence,
       Which makes us willing subjects of Duke Friedland,
       Are not to be transferred to the first comer
       That Austria's court may please to send to us.
       We have not yet so readily forgotten
       How the command came into Friedland's hands.
       Was it, forsooth, the emperor's majesty
       That gave the army ready to his hand,
       And only sought a leader for it? No.
       The army then had no existence. He,
       Friedland, it was who called it into being,
       And gave it to his sovereign—but receiving
       No army at his hand; nor did the emperor
       Give Wallenstein to us as general. No,
       It was from Wallenstein we first received
       The emperor as our master and our sovereign;
       And he, he only, binds us to our banners!

       OCTAVIO (interposing and addressing QUESTENBERG).
       My noble friend,
       This is no more than a remembrancing
       That you are now in camp, and among warriors;
       The soldier's boldness constitutes his freedom.
       Could he act daringly, unless he dared
       Talk even so? One runs into the other.
       The boldness of this worthy officer,
                       [Pointing to BUTLER.
       Which now is but mistaken in its mark,
       Preserved, when naught but boldness could preserve it,
       To the emperor, his capital city, Prague,
       In a most formidable mutiny
       Of the whole garrison. [Military music at a distance.
                   Hah! here they come!

       ILLO.
       The sentries are saluting them: this signal
       Announces the arrival of the duchess.

       OCTAVIO (to QUESTENBERG).
       Then my son Max., too, has returned. 'Twas he
       Fetched and attended them from Caernthen hither.

       ISOLANI (to ILLO).
       Shall we not go in company to greet them?

       ILLO.
       Well, let us go—Ho! Colonel Butler, come.
                      [To OCTAVIO.
       You'll not forget that yet ere noon we meet
       The noble envoy at the general's palace.

          [Exeunt all but QUESTENBERG and OCTAVIO.

## SCENE III.

          QUESTENBERG and OCTAVIO.

       QUESTENBERG (with signs of aversion and astonishment).
       What have I not been forced to hear, Octavio!
       What sentiments! what fierce, uncurbed defiance!
       And were this spirit universal——

       OCTAVIO.
                         Hm!
       You're now acquainted with three-fourths of the army.

       QUESTENBERG.
       Where must we seek, then, for a second host
       To have the custody of this? That Illo
       Thinks worse, I fear me, than he speaks. And then
       This Butler, too—he cannot even conceal
       The passionate workings of his ill intentions.

       OCTAVIO.
       Quickness of temper—irritated pride;
       'Twas nothing more. I cannot give up Butler.
       I know a spell that will soon dispossess
       The evil spirit in him.

       QUESTENBERG (walking up and down in evident disquiet).
                   Friend, friend!
       O! this is worse, far worse, than we had suffered
       Ourselves to dream of at Vienna. There
       We saw it only with a courtier's eyes,
       Eyes dazzled by the splendor of the throne.
       We had not seen the war-chief, the commander,
       The man all-powerful in his camp. Here, here,
       'Tis quite another thing.
       Here is no emperor more—the duke is emperor.
       Alas, my friend! alas, my noble friend!
       This walk which you have ta'en me through the camp
       Strikes my hopes prostrate.

       OCTAVIO.
                     Now you see yourself
       Of what a perilous kind the office is,
       Which you deliver to me from the court.
       The least suspicion of the general
       Costs me my freedom and my life, and would
       But hasten his most desperate enterprise.

       QUESTENBERG.
       Where was our reason sleeping when we trusted
       This madman with the sword, and placed such power
       In such a hand? I tell you, he'll refuse,
       Flatly refuse to obey the imperial orders.
       Friend, he can do it, and what he can, he will.
       And then the impunity of his defiance—
       Oh! what a proclamation of our weakness!

       OCTAVIO.
       D'ye think, too, he has brought his wife and daughter
       Without a purpose hither? Here in camp!
       And at the very point of time in which
       We're arming for the war? That he has taken
       These, the last pledges of his loyalty,
       Away from out the emperor's dominions—
       This is no doubtful token of the nearness
       Of some eruption.

       QUESTENBERG.
                How shall we hold footing
       Beneath this tempest, which collects itself
       And threats us from all quarters? The enemy
       Of the empire on our borders, now already
       The master of the Danube, and still farther,
       And farther still, extending every hour!
       In our interior the alarum-bells
       Of insurrection—peasantry in arms—
       All orders discontented—and the army,
       Just in the moment of our expectation
       Of aidance from it—lo! this very army
       Seduced, run wild, lost to all discipline,
       Loosened, and rent asunder from the state
       And from their sovereign, the blind instrument
       Of the most daring of mankind, a weapon
       Of fearful power, which at his will he wields.

       OCTAVIO.
       Nay, nay, friend! let us not despair too soon
       Men's words are even bolder than their deeds;
       And many a resolute, who now appears
       Made up to all extremes, will, on a sudden,
       Find in his breast a heart he wot not of,
       Let but a single honest man speak out
       The true name of his crime! Remember, too,
       We stand not yet so wholly unprotected.
       Counts Altringer and Gallas have maintained
       Their little army faithful to its duty,
       And daily it becomes more numerous.
       Nor can he take us by surprise; you know
       I hold him all encompassed by my listeners.
       What'er he does, is mine, even while 'tis doing—
       No step so small, but instantly I hear it;
       Yea, his own mouth discloses it.

       QUESTENBERG.
                        'Tis quite
       Incomprehensible, that he detects not
       The foe so near!

       OCTAVIO.
                Beware, you do not think,
       That I, by lying arts, and complaisant
       Hypocrisy, have sulked into his graces,
       Or with the substance of smooth professions
       Nourish his all-confiding friendship! No—
       Compelled alike by prudence, and that duty
       Which we all owe our country and our sovereign,
       To hide my genuine feelings from him, yet
       Ne'er have I duped him with base counterfeits!

       QUESTENBERG.
       It is the visible ordinance of heaven.

       OCTAVIO.
       I know not what it is that so attracts
       And links him both to me and to my son.
       Comrades and friends we always were—long habit,
       Adventurous deeds performed in company,
       And all those many and various incidents
       Which stores a soldier's memory with affections,
       Had bound us long and early to each other—
       Yet I can name the day, when all at once
       His heart rose on me, and his confidence
       Shot out into sudden growth. It was the morning
       Before the memorable fight at Luetzen.
       Urged by an ugly dream, I sought him out,
       To press him to accept another charger.
       At a distance from the tents, beneath a tree,
       I found him in a sleep. When I had waked him
       And had related all my bodings to him,
       Long time he stared upon me, like a man
       Astounded: thereon fell upon my neck,
       And manifested to me an emotion
       That far outstripped the worth of that small service.
       Since then his confidence has followed me
       With the same pace that mine has fled from him.

       QUESTENBERG.
       You lead your son into the secret?

       OCTAVIO.
                         No!

       QUESTENBERG.
       What! and not warn him either, what bad hands
       His lot has placed him in?

       OCTAVIO.
                     I must perforce
       Leave him in wardship to his innocence.
       His young and open soul—dissimulation
       Is foreign to its habits! Ignorance
       Alone can keep alive the cheerful air,
       The unembarrassed sense and light free spirit,
       That makes the duke secure.

       QUESTENBERG (anxiously).
       My honored friend! most highly do I deem
       Of Colonel Piccolomini—yet—if—
       Reflect a little——

       OCTAVIO.
                 I must venture it.
       Hush! There he comes!

## SCENE IV.

          MAX. PICCOLOMINI, OCTAVIO PICCOLOMINI, QUESTENBERG.

       MAX.
       Ha! there he is himself. Welcome, my father!

          [He embraces his father. As he turns round, he observes
          QUESTENBERG, and draws back with a cold and reserved air.

       You are engaged, I see. I'll not disturb you.

       OCTAVIO.
       How, Max.? Look closer at this visitor.
       Attention, Max., an old friend merits—reverence
       Belongs of right to the envoy of your sovereign.

       MAX. (drily).
       Von Questenberg!—welcome—if you bring with you
       Aught good to our headquarters.

       QUESTENBERG (seizing his hand).
                        Nay, draw not
       Your hand away, Count Piccolimini!
       Not on my own account alone I seized it,
       And nothing common will I say therewith.
                  [Taking the hands of both.
       Octavio—Max. Piccolomini!
       O savior names, and full of happy omen!
       Ne'er will her prosperous genius turn from Austria,
       While two such stars, with blessed influences
       Beaming protection, shine above her hosts.

       MAX.
       Heh! Noble minister! You miss your part.
       You come not here to act a panegyric.
       You're sent, I know, to find fault and to scold us—
       I must not be beforehand with my comrades.

       OCTAVIO (to MAX.).
       He comes from court, where people are not quite
       So well contented with the duke as here.

       MAX.
       What now have they contrived to find out in him?
       That he alone determines for himself
       What he himself alone doth understand!
       Well, therein he does right, and will persist in't
       Heaven never meant him for that passive thing
       That can be struck and hammered out to suit
       Another's taste and fancy. He'll not dance
       To every tune of every minister.
       It goes against his nature—he can't do it,
       He is possessed by a commanding spirit,
       And his, too, is the station of command.
       And well for us it is so! There exist
       Few fit to rule themselves, but few that use
       Their intellects intelligently. Then
       Well for the whole, if there be found a man
       Who makes himself what nature destined him,
       The pause, the central point, to thousand thousands
       Stands fixed and stately, like a firm-built column,
       Where all may press with joy and confidence—
       Now such a man is Wallenstein; and if
       Another better suits the court—no other
       But such a one as he can serve the army.

       QUESTENBERG.
       The army? Doubtless!

       MAX.
                   What delight to observe
       How he incites and strengthens all around him,
       Infusing life and vigor. Every power
       Seems as it were redoubled by his presence
       He draws forth every latent energy,
       Showing to each his own peculiar talent,
       Yet leaving all to be what nature made them,
       And watching only that they be naught else
       In the right place and time; and he has skill
       To mould the power's of all to his own end.

       QUESTENBERG.
       But who denies his knowledge of mankind,
       And skill to use it? Our complaint is this:
       That in the master he forgets the servant,
       As if he claimed by birth his present honors.

       MAX.
       And does he not so? Is he not endowed
       With every gift and power to carry out
       The high intents of nature, and to win
       A ruler's station by a ruler's talent?

       QUESTENBERG.
       So then it seems to rest with him alone
       What is the worth of all mankind beside!

       MAX.
       Uncommon men require no common trust;
       Give him but scope and he will set the bounds.

       QUESTENBERG.
       The proof is yet to come.

       MAX.
                     Thus are ye ever.
       Ye shrink from every thing of depth, and think
       Yourselves are only safe while ye're in shallows.

       OCTAVIO (to QUESTENBERG).
       'Twere best to yield with a good grace, my friend;
       Of him there you'll make nothing.

       MAX. (continuing).
                         In their fear
       They call a spirit up, and when he comes,
       Straight their flesh creeps and quivers, and they dread him
       More than the ills for which they called him up.
       The uncommon, the sublime, must seem and be
       Like things of every day. But in the field,
       Ay, there the Present Being makes itself felt.
       The personal must command, the actual eye
       Examine. If to be the chieftain asks
       All that is great in nature, let it be
       Likewise his privilege to move and act
       In all the correspondences of greatness.
       The oracle within him, that which lives,
       He must invoke and question—not dead books,
       Not ordinances, not mould-rotted papers.

       OCTAVIO.
       My son! of those old narrow ordinances
       Let us not hold too lightly. They are weights
       Of priceless value, which oppressed mankind,
       Tied to the volatile will of their oppressors.
       For always formidable was the League
       And partnership of free power with free will.
       The way of ancient ordinance, though it winds,
       Is yet no devious path. Straight forward goes
       The lightning's path, and straight the fearful path
       Of the cannon-ball. Direct it flies, and rapid;
       Shattering that it may reach, and shattering what it reaches,
       My son, the road the human being travels,
       That, on which blessing comes and goes, doth follow
       The river's course, the valley's playful windings,
       Curves round the cornfield and the hill of vines,
       Honoring the holy bounds of property!
       And thus secure, though late, leads to its end.

       QUESTENBERG.
       Oh, hear your father, noble youth! hear him
       Who is at once the hero and the man.

       OCTAVIO.
       My son, the nursling of the camp spoke in thee!
       A war of fifteen years
       Hath been thy education and thy school.
       Peace hast thou never witnessed! There exists
       An higher than the warrior's excellence.
       In war itself war is no ultimate purpose,
       The vast and sudden deeds of violence,
       Adventures wild, and wonders of the moment,
       These are not they, my son, that generate
       The calm, the blissful, and the enduring mighty!
       Lo there! the soldier, rapid architect!
       Builds his light town of canvas, and at once
       The whole scene moves and bustles momently.
       With arms, and neighing steeds, and mirth and quarrel
       The motley market fills; the roads, the streams
       Are crowded with new freights; trade stirs and hurries,
       But on some morrow morn, all suddenly,
       The tents drop down, the horde renews its march.
       Dreary, and solitary as a churchyard;
       The meadow and down-trodden seed-plot lie,
       And the year's harvest is gone utterly.

       MAX.
       Oh, let the emperor make peace, my father!
       Most gladly would I give the blood-stained laurel
       For the first violet 5 of the leafless spring,
       Plucked in those quiet fields where I have journeyed.

       OCTAVIO.
       What ails thee? What so moves thee all at once?

       MAX.
       Peace have I ne'er beheld? I have beheld it.
       From thence am I come hither: oh, that sight,
       It glimmers still before me, like some landscape
       Left in the distance,—some delicious landscape!
       My road conducted me through countries where
       The war has not yet reached. Life, life, my father—
       My venerable father, life has charms
       Which we have never experienced. We have been
       But voyaging along its barren coasts,
       Like some poor ever-roaming horde of pirates,
       That, crowded in the rank and narrow ship,
       House on the wild sea with wild usages,
       Nor know aught of the mainland, but the bays
       Where safeliest they may venture a thieves' landing.
       Whate'er in the inland dales the land conceals
       Of fair and exquisite, oh, nothing, nothing,
       Do we behold of that in our rude voyage.

       OCTAVIO (attentive, with an appearance of uneasiness).
       And so your journey has revealed this to you?

       MAX.
       'Twas the first leisure of my life. O tell me,
       What is the meed and purpose of the toil,
       The painful toil which robbed me of my youth,
       Left me a heart unsouled and solitary,
       A spirit uninformed, unornamented!
       For the camp's stir, and crowd, and ceaseless larum,
       The neighing war-horse, the air-shattering trumpet,
       The unvaried, still returning hour of duty,
       Word of command, and exercise of arms—
       There's nothing here, there's nothing in all this,
       To satisfy the heart, the gasping heart!
       Mere bustling nothingness, where the soul is not—
       This cannot be the sole felicity,
       These cannot be man's best and only pleasures!

       OCTAVIO.
       Much hast thou learnt, my son, in this short journey.

       MAX.
       Oh day, thrice lovely! when at length the soldier
       Returns home into life; when he becomes
       A fellow-man among his fellow-men.
       The colors are unfurled, the cavalcade
       Mashals, and now the buzz is hushed, and hark!
       Now the soft peace-march beats, home, brothers, home!
       The caps and helmet are all garlanded
       With green boughs, the last plundering of the fields.
       The city gates fly open of themselves,
       They need no longer the petard to tear them.
       The ramparts are all filled with men and women,
       With peaceful men and women, that send onwards.
       Kisses and welcomings upon the air,
       Which they make breezy with affectionate gestures.
       From all the towers rings out the merry peal,
       The joyous vespers of a bloody day.
       O happy man, O fortunate! for whom
       The well-known door, the faithful arms are open,
       The faithful tender arms with mute embracing.

       QUESTENBERG (apparently much affected).
               O that you should speak
       Of such a distant, distant time, and not
       Of the to-morrow, not of this to-day.

       MAX. (turning round to him quick and vehement).
       Where lies the fault but on you in Vienna!
       I will deal openly with you, Questenberg.
       Just now, as first I saw you standing here
       (I'll own it to you freely), indignation
       Crowded and pressed my inmost soul together.
       'Tis ye that hinder peace, ye!—and the warrior,
       It is the warrior that must force it from you.
       Ye fret the general's life out, blacken him,
       Hold him up as a rebel, and heaven knows
       What else still worse, because he spares the Saxons,
       And tries to awaken confidence in the enemy;
       Which yet's the only way to peace: for if
       War intermit not during war, how then
       And whence can peace come? Your own plagues fall on you!
       Even as I love what's virtuous, hate I you.
       And here I make this vow, here pledge myself,
       My blood shall spurt out for this Wallenstein,
       And my heart drain off, drop by drop, ere ye
       Shall revel and dance jubilee o'er his ruin.
                            [Exit.

## SCENE V.

          QUESTENBERG, OCTAVIO PICCOLOMINI.

       QUESTENBERG.
       Alas! alas! and stands it so?
             [Then in pressing and impatient tones.
       What friend! and do we let him go away
       In this delusion—let him go away?
       Not call him back immediately, not open
       His eyes, upon the spot?

       OCTAVIO (recovering himself out of a deep study).
                    He has now opened mine,
       And I see more than pleases me.

       QUESTENBERG.
                       What is it?

       OCTAVIO.
       Curse on this journey!

       QUESTENBERG.
                   But why so? What is it?

       OCTAVIO.
       Come, come along, friend! I must follow up
       The ominous track immediately. Mine eyes
       Are opened now, and I must use them. Come!

               [Draws QUESTENBERG on with him.

       QUESTENBERG.
       What now? Where go you then?

       OCTAVIO.
                       To her herself.

       QUESTENBERG.
                               To——

       OCTAVIO (interrupting him and correcting himself).
       To the duke. Come, let us go 'Tis done, 'tis done,
       I see the net that is thrown over him.
       Oh! he returns not to me as he went.

       QUESTENBERG.
       Nay, but explain yourself.

       OCTAVIO.
                     And that I should not
       Foresee it, not prevent this journey! Wherefore
       Did I keep it from him? You were in the right.
       I should have warned him. Now it is too late.

       QUESTENBERG.
       But what's too late? Bethink yourself, my friend,
       That you are talking absolute riddles to me.

       OCTAVIO (more collected).
       Come I to the duke's. 'Tis close upon the hour
       Which he appointed you for audience. Come!
       A curse, a threefold curse, upon this journey!

                   [He leads QUESTENBERG off.

## ACT II.

## SCENE I.

          Changes to a spacious chamber in the house of the Duke of
          Friedland. Servants employed in putting the tables and chairs
          in order. During this enters SENI, like an old Italian doctor,
          in black, and clothed somewhat fantastically. He carries a white
          staff, with which he marks out the quarters of the heavens.

       FIRST SERVANT. Come—to it, lads, to it! Make an end of it. I hear the
       sentry call out, "Stand to your arms!" They will be here in a minute.

       SECOND SERVANT. Why were we not told before that the audience would be
       held here? Nothing prepared—no orders—no instructions.

       THIRD SERVANT. Ay, and why was the balcony chamber countermanded, that
       with the great worked carpet? There one can look about one.

       FIRST SERVANT. Nay, that you must ask the mathematician there. He says
       it is an unlucky chamber.

       SECOND SERVANT. Poh! stuff and nonsense! that's what I call a hum. A
       chamber is a chamber; what much can the place signify in the affair?

       SENI (with gravity).
       My son, there's nothing insignificant,
       Nothing! But yet in every earthly thing,
       First and most principal is place and time.

       FIRST SERVANT (to the second). Say nothing to him, Nat. The duke
       himself must let him have his own will.

       SENI (counts the chairs, half in a loud, half in a low voice, till
          he comes to eleven, which he repeats).
       Eleven! an evil number! Set twelve chairs.
       Twelve! twelve signs hath the zodiac: five and seven,
       The holy numbers, include themselves in twelve.

       SECOND SERVANT. And what may you have to object against eleven? I
       should like to know that now.

       SENI.
       Eleven is transgression; eleven oversteps
       The ten commandments.

       SECOND SERVANT. That's good? and why do you call five a holy number?

       SENI.
       Five is the soul of man: for even as man
       Is mingled up of good and evil, so
       The five is the first number that's made up
       Of even and odd.

       SECOND SERVANT. The foolish old coxcomb!

       FIRST SERVANT. Ay! let him alone though. I like to hear him; there is
       more in his words than can be seen at first sight.

       THIRD SERVANT. Off, they come.

       SECOND SERVANT. There! Out at the side-door.

          [They hurry off: SENI follows slowly. A page brings the staff
          of command on a red cushion, and places it on the table, near the
          duke's chair. They are announced from without, and the wings of
          the door fly open.

## SCENE II.

          WALLENSTEIN, DUCHESS.

       WALLENSTEIN.
       You went, then, through Vienna, were presented
       To the Queen of Hungary?

       DUCHESS.
       Yes; and to the empress, too,
       And by both majesties were we admitted
       To kiss the hand.

       WALLENSTEIN.
                 And how was it received,
       That I had sent for wife and daughter hither
       To the camp, in winter-time?

       DUCHESS.
                      I did even that
       Which you commissioned me to do. I told them
       You had determined on our daughter's marriage,
       And wished, ere yet you went into the field,
       To show the elected husband his betrothed.

       WALLENSTEIN.
       And did they guess the choice which I had made?

       DUCHESS.
       They only hoped and wished it may have fallen
       Upon no foreign nor yet Lutheran noble.

       WALLENSTEIN.
       And you—what do you wish, Elizabeth?

       DUCHESS.
       Your will, you know, was always mine.

       WALLENSTEIN (after a pause).
                          Well, then,—
       And in all else, of what kind and complexion
       Was your reception at the court?
          [The DUCHESS casts her eyes on the ground, and remains silent.
       Hide nothing from me. How were you received?

       DUCHESS.
       O! my dear lord, all is not what it was.
       A canker-worm, my lord, a canker-worm
       Has stolen into the bud.

       WALLENSTEIN.
                    Ay! is it so?
       What, they were lax? they failed of the old respect?

       DUCHESS.
       Not of respect. No honors were omitted,
       No outward courtesy; but in the place
       Of condescending, confidential kindness,
       Familiar and endearing, there were given me
       Only these honors and that solemn courtesy.
       Ah! and the tenderness which was put on,
       It was the guise of pity, not of favor.
       No! Albrecht's wife, Duke Albrecht's princely wife,
       Count Harrach's noble daughter, should not so—
       Not wholly so should she have been received.

       WALLENSTEIN.
       Yes, yes; they have taken offence. My latest conduct
       They railed at it, no doubt.

       DUCHESS.
                      O that they had!
       I have been long accustomed to defend you,
       To heal and pacify distempered spirits.
       No; no one railed at you. They wrapped them up,
       O Heaven! in such oppressive, solemn silence!
       Here is no every-day misunderstanding,
       No transient pique, no cloud that passes over;
       Something most luckless, most unhealable,
       Has taken place. The Queen of Hungary
       Used formerly to call me her dear aunt,
       And ever at departure to embrace me——

       WALLENSTEIN.
       Now she omitted it?

       DUCHESS (wiping away her tears after a pause).
                  She did embrace me,
       But then first when I had already taken
       My formal leave, and when the door already
       Had closed upon me, then did she come out
       In haste, as she had suddenly bethought herself,
       And pressed me to her bosom, more with anguish
       Than tenderness.

       WALLENSTEIN (seizes her hand soothingly).
                Nay, now collect yourself.
       And what of Eggenberg and Lichtenstein,
       And of our other friends there?

       DUCHESS (shaking her head).
                        I saw none.

       WALLENSTEIN.
       The ambassador from Spain, who once was wont
       To plead so warmly for me?

       DUCHESS.
                     Silent, silent!

       WALLENSTEIN.
       These suns then are eclipsed for us. Henceforward
       Must we roll on, our own fire, our own light.

       DUCHESS.
       And were it—were it, my dear lord, in that
       Which moved about the court in buzz and whisper,
       But in the country let itself be heard
       Aloud—in that which Father Lanormain
       In sundry hints and——

       WALLENSTEIN (eagerly).
                   Lanormain! what said he?

       DUCHESS.
       That you're accused of having daringly
       O'erstepped the powers intrusted to you, charged
       With traitorous contempt of the emperor
       And his supreme behests. The proud Bavarian,
       He and the Spaniards stand up your accusers—
       That there's a storm collecting over you
       Of far more fearful menace than the former one
       Which whirled you headlong down at Regensburg.
       And people talk, said he, of——Ah!
                  [Stifling extreme emotion.

       WALLENSTEIN.
                         Proceed!

       DUCHESS.
       I cannot utter it!

       WALLENSTEIN.
                 Proceed!

       DUCHESS.
                      They talk——

       WALLENSTEIN.
       Well!

       DUCHESS.
           Of a second——
              (catches her voice and hesitates.)

       WALLENSTEIN.
                  Second——

       DUCHESS.
                        Most disgraceful
       Dismission.

       WALLENSTEIN.
              Talk they?
          [Strides across the chamber in vehement agitation.
                    Oh! they force, they thrust me
       With violence, against my own will, onward!

       DUCHESS (presses near him in entreaty).
       Oh! if there yet be time, my husband, if
       By giving way and by submission, this
       Can be averted—my dear Lord, give way!
       Win down your proud heart to it! Tell the heart,
       It is your sovereign lord, your emperor,
       Before whom you retreat. Oh! no longer
       Low trickling malice blacken your good meaning
       With abhorred venomous glosses. Stand you up
       Shielded and helmed and weaponed with the truth,
       And drive before you into uttermost shame
       These slanderous liars! Few firm friends have we—
       You know it! The swift growth of our good fortune
       It hath but set us up a mark for hatred.
       What are we, if the sovereign's grace and favor
       Stand not before us!

## SCENE III.

          Enter the Countess TERZKY, leading in her hand the Princess THEKLA,
          richly adorned with brilliants.

          COUNTESS, TEKLA, WALLENSTEIN, DUCHESS.

       COUNTESS.
       How sister? What, already upon business?
             [Observing the countenance of the DUCHESS.
       And business of no pleasing kind I see,
       Ere he has gladdened at his child. The first
       Moment belongs to joy. Here, Friedland! father!
       This is thy daughter.

          [THEKLA approaches with a shy and timid air, and bends herself as
          about to kiss his hand. He receives her in his arms, and remains
          standing for some time lost in the feeling of her presence.

       WALLENSTEIN.
       Yes! pure and lovely hath hope risen on me,
       I take her as the pledge of greater fortune.

       DUCHESS.
       'Twas but a little child when you departed
       To raise up that great army for the emperor
       And after, at the close of the campaign,
       When you returned home out of Pomerania,
       Your daughter was already in the convent,
       Wherein she has remained till now.

       WALLENSTEIN.
                         The while
       We in the field here gave our cares and toils
       To make her great, and fight her a free way
       To the loftiest earthly good; lo! mother Nature
       Within the peaceful, silent convent walls,
       Has done her part, and out of her free grace
       Hath she bestowed on the beloved child
       The god-like; and now leads her thus adorned
       To meet her splendid fortune, and my hope.

       DUCHESS (to THEKLA).
       Thou wouldst not now have recognized thy father,
       Wouldst thou, my child? She counted scarce eight years
       When last she saw your face.

       THEKLA.
                      O yes, yes, mother!
       At the first glance! My father has not altered.
       The form that stands before me falsifies
       No feature of the image that hath lived
       So long within me!

       WALLENSTEIN.
                 The voice of my child!
                     [Then after a pause.
       I was indignant at my destiny,
       That it denied me a man-child, to be
       Heir of my name and of my prosperous fortune,
       And re-illume my soon-extinguished being
       In a proud line of princes.
       I wronged my destiny. Here upon this head,
       So lovely in its maiden bloom, will I
       Let fall the garland of a life of war,
       Nor deem it lost, if only I can wreath it,
       Transmuted to a regal ornament,
       Around these beauteous brows.

          [He clasps her in his arms as PICCOLOMINI enters.

## SCENE IV.

          Enter MAX. PICCOLOMINI, and some time after COUNT TERZKY, the
          others remaining as before.

       COUNTESS.
       There comes the Paladin who protected us.

       WALLENSTEIN.
       Max.! Welcome, ever welcome! Always wert thou
       The morning star of my best joys!

       MAX.
                         My general——

       WALLENSTEIN.
       Till now it was the emperor who rewarded thee,
       I but the instrument. This day thou hast bound
       The father to thee, Max.! the fortunate father,
       And this debt Friedland's self must pay.

       MAX.
                            My prince!
       You made no common hurry to transfer it.
       I come with shame: yea, not without a pang!
       For scarce have I arrived here, scarce delivered
       The mother and the daughter to your arms,
       But there is brought to me from your equerry 6
       A splendid richly-plated hunting dress
       So to remunerate me for my troubles—
       Yes, yes, remunerate me,—since a trouble
       It must be, a mere office, not a favor
       Which I leaped forward to receive, and which
       I came with grateful heart to thank you for.
       No! 'twas not so intended, that my business
       Should be my highest best good fortune!

          [TERZKY enters; and delivers letters to the DUKE, which he
          breaks open hurriedly.

       COUNTESS (to MAX.).
       Remunerate your trouble! For his joy,
       He makes you recompense. 'Tis not unfitting
       For you, Count Piccolomini, to feel
       So tenderly—my brother it beseems
       To show himself forever great and princely.

       THEKLA.
       Then I too must have scruples of his love:
       For his munificent hands did ornament me
       Ere yet the father's heart had spoken to me.

       MAX
       Yes; 'tis his nature ever to be giving
       And making happy.
          [He grasps the hand of the DUCHESS with still increasing warmth.
                 How my heart pours out
       Its all of thanks to him! O! how I seem
       To utter all things in the dear name—Friedland.
       While I shall live, so long will I remain
       The captive of this name: in it shall bloom
       My every fortune, every lovely hope.
       Inextricably as in some magic ring
       In this name hath my destiny charm-bound me!

       COUNTESS (who during this time has been anxiously watching the DUKE,
          and remarks that he is lost in thought over the letters).
       My brother wishes us to leave him. Come.

       WALLENSTEIN (turns himself round quick, collects himself, and speaks
          with cheerfulness to the DUCHESS).
       Once more I bid thee welcome to the camp,
       Thou art the hostess of this court. You, Max.,
       Will now again administer your old office,
       While we perform the sovereign's business here.

          [MAX. PICCOLOMINI offers the DUCHESS his arm; the COUNTESS
          accompanies the PRINCESS.

       TERZKY (calling after him).
       Max., we depend on seeing you at the meeting.

## SCENE V.

          WALLENSTEIN, COUNT TERZKY.

       WALLENSTEIN (in deep thought, to himself).
       She has seen all things as they are—it is so,
       And squares completely with my other notices,
       They have determined finally in Vienna,
       Have given me my successor already;
       It is the King of Hungary, Ferdinand,
       The emperor's delicate son! he's now their savior,
       He's the new star that's rising now! Of us
       They think themselves already fairly rid,
       And as we were deceased, the heir already
       Is entering on possession—Therefore—despatch!

          [As he turns round he observes TERZKY, and gives him a letter.

       Count Altringer will have himself excused,
       And Gallas too—I like not this!

       TERZKY.
                        And if
       Thou loiterest longer, all will fall away,
       One following the other.

       WALLENSTEIN.
                    Altringer
       Is master of the Tyrol passes. I must forthwith
       Send some one to him, that he let not in
       The Spaniards on me from the Milanese.
       —Well, and the old Sesin, that ancient trader
       In contraband negotiations, he
       Has shown himself again of late. What brings he
       From the Count Thur?

       TERZKY.
                  The count communicates
       He has found out the Swedish chancellor
       At Halberstadt, where the convention's held,
       Who says, you've tired him out, and that he'll have
       No further dealings with you.

       WALLENSTEIN.
                       And why so?

       TERZKY.
       He says, you are never in earnest in your speeches;
       That you decoy the Swedes—to make fools of them;
       Will league yourself with Saxony against them,
       And at last make yourself a riddance of them
       With a paltry sum of money.

       WALLENSTEIN.
                      So then, doubtless,
       Yes, doubtless, this same modest Swede expects
       That I shall yield him some fair German tract
       For his prey and booty, that ourselves at last
       On our own soil and native territory
       May be no longer our own lords and masters!
       An excellent scheme! No, no! They must be off,
       Off, off! away! we want no such neighbors.

       TERZKY.
       Nay, yield them up that dot, that speck of land—
       It goes not from your portion. If you win
       The game, what matters it to you who pays it?

       WALLENSTEIN.
       Off with them, off! Thou understand'st not this.
       Never shall it be said of me, I parcelled
       My native land away, dismembered Germany,
       Betrayed it to a foreigner, in order
       To come with stealthy tread, and filch away
       My own share of the plunder—Never! never!
       No foreign power shall strike root in the empire,
       And least of all these Goths! these hungry wolves!
       Who send such envious, hot, and greedy glances
       Toward the rich blessings of our German lands!
       I'll have their aid to cast and draw my nets,
       But not a single fish of all the draught
       Shall they come in for.

       TERZKY.
                    You will deal, however,
       More fairly with the Saxons? they lose patience
       While you shift round and make so many curves.
       Say, to what purpose all these masks? Your friends
       Are plunged in doubts, baffled, and led astray in you.
       There's Oxenstiern, there's Arnheim—neither knows
       What he should think of your procrastinations,
       And in the end I prove the liar; all
       Passes through me. I've not even your handwriting.

       WALLENSTEIN.
       I never give handwriting; and thou knowest it.

       TERZKY.
       But how can it be known that you are in earnest,
       If the act follows not upon the word?
       You must yourself acknowledge, that in all
       Your intercourses hitherto with the enemy,
       You might have done with safety all you have done.
       Had you meant nothing further than to gull him
       For the emperor's service.

       WALLENSTEIN (after a pause, during which he looks narrowly on TERZKY).
                    And from whence dost thou know
       That I'm not gulling him for the emperor's service?
       Whence knowest thou that I'm not gulling all of you?
       Dost thou know me so well? When made I thee
       The intendant of my secret purposes?
       I am not conscious that I ever opened
       My inmost thoughts to thee. The emperor, it is true,
       Hath dealt with me amiss; and if I would
       I could repay him with usurious interest
       For the evil he hath done me. It delights me
       To know my power; but whether I shall use it,
       Of that I should have thought that thou couldst speak
       No wiser than thy fellows.

       TERZKY.
       So hast thou always played thy game with us.

                       [Enter ILLO.

## SCENE VI.

          ILLO, WALLENSTEIN, TERZKY.

       WALLENSTEIN.
       How stand affairs without? Are they prepared?

       ILLO.
       You'll find them in the very mood you wish.
       They know about the emperor's requisition,
       And are tumultuous.

       WALLENSTEIN.
                  How hath Isolani
       declared himself?

       ILLO.
                 He's yours, both soul and body,
       Since you built up again his faro-bank.

       WALLENSTEIN.
       And which way doth Kolatto bend? Hast thou
       Made sure of Tiefenbach and Deodati?

       ILLO.
       What Piccolomini does that they do too.

       WALLENSTEIN.
       You mean, then, I may venture somewhat with them?

       ILLO.
       If you are assured of the Piccolomini.

       WALLENSTEIN.
       Not more assured of mine own self.

       TERZKY.
                         And yet
       I would you trusted not so much to Octavio,
       The fox!

       WALLENSTEIN.
            Thou teachest me to know my man?
       Sixteen campaigns I have made with that old warrior.
       Besides, I have his horoscope;
       We both are born beneath like stars—in short,
                  [With an air of mystery.
       To this belongs its own peculiar aspect,
       If therefore thou canst warrant me the rest——

       ILLO.
       There is among them all but this one voice,
       You must not lay down the command. I hear
       They mean to send a deputation to you.

       WALLENSTEIN.
       If I'm in aught to bind myself to them
       They too must bind themselves to me.

       ILLO.
                          Of course.

       WALLENSTEIN.
       Their words of honor they must give, their oaths,
       Give them in writing to me, promising
       Devotion to my service unconditional.

       ILLO.
       Why not?

       TERZKY.
            Devotion unconditional?
       The exception of their duties towards Austria
       They'll always place among the premises.
       With this reserve——

       WALLENSTEIN (shaking his head).
                  All unconditional;
       No premises, no reserves.

       ILLO.
                     A thought has struck me.
       Does not Count Terzky give us a set banquet
       This evening?

       TERZKY.
              Yes; and all the generals
       Have been invited.

       ILLO (to WALLENSTEIN).
                 Say, will you here fully
       Commission me to use my own discretion?
       I'll gain for you the generals' word of honor,
       Even as you wish.

       WALLENSTEIN.
                 Gain me their signatures!
       How you come by them that is your concern.

       ILLO.
       And if I bring it to you in black on white,
       That all the leaders who are present here
       Give themselves up to you, without condition;
       Say, will you then—then will you show yourself
       In earnest, and with some decisive action
       Try your fortune.

       WALLENSTEIN.
                Get but the signatures!

       ILLO.
       Think what thou dost, thou canst not execute
       The emperor's orders, nor reduce thine army,
       Nor send the regiments to the Spaniards' aid,
       Unless thou wouldst resign thy power forever.
       Think on the other hand—thou canst not spurn
       The emperor's high commands and solemn orders,
       Nor longer temporize, nor seek evasion,
       Wouldst thou avoid a rupture with the court.
       Resolve then! Wilt thou now by one bold act
       Anticipate their ends, or, doubting still,
       Await the extremity?

       WALLENSTEIN.
                  There's time before
       The extremity arrives.

       ILLO.
                   Seize, seize the hour,
       Ere it slips from you. Seldom comes the moment
       In life, which is indeed sublime and weighty.
       To make a great decision possible,
       O! many things, all transient and all rapid,
       Must meet at once: and, haply, they thus met
       May by that confluence be enforced to pause
       Time long-enough for wisdom, though too short,
       Far, far too short a time for doubt and scruple!
       This is that moment. See, our army chieftains,
       Our best, our noblest, are assembled round you,
       Their king-like leader! On your nod they wait.
       The single threads, which here your prosperous fortune
       Hath woven together in one potent web
       Instinct with destiny, O! let them not
       Unravel of themselves. If you permit
       These chiefs to separate, so unanimous
       Bring you them not a second time together.
       'Tis the high tide that heaves the stranded ship,
       And every individual's spirit waxes
       In the great stream of multitudes. Behold
       They are still here, here still! But soon the war
       Bursts them once more asunder, and in small
       Particular anxieties and interests
       Scatters their spirit, and the sympathy
       Of each man with the whole. He who to-day
       Forgets himself, forced onward with the stream,
       Will become sober, seeing but himself.
       Feel only his own weakness, and with speed
       Will face about, and march on in the old
       High road of duty, the old broad-trodden road,
       And seek but to make shelter in good plight.

       WALLENSTEIN.
       The time is not yet come.

       TERZKY.
                     So you say always.
       But when will it be time?

       WALLENSTEIN.
                     When I shall say it.

       ILLO.
       You'll wait upon the stars, and on their hours,
       Till the earthly hour escapes you. Oh, believe me,
       In your own bosom are your destiny's stars.
       Confidence in yourself, prompt resolution,
       This is your Venus! and the sole malignant,
       The only one that harmeth you is doubt.

       WALLENSTEIN.
       Thou speakest as thou understandest. How oft
       And many a time I've told thee Jupiter,
       That lustrous god, was setting at thy birth.
       Thy visual power subdues no mysteries;
       Mole-eyed thou mayest but burrow in the earth,
       Blind as the subterrestrial, who with wan
       Lead-colored shine lighted thee into life.
       The common, the terrestrial, thou mayest see,
       With serviceable cunning knit together,
       The nearest with the nearest; and therein
       I trust thee and believe thee! but whate'er
       Full of mysterious import Nature weaves,
       And fashions in the depths—the spirit's ladder,
       That from this gross and visible world of dust,
       Even to the starry world, with thousand rounds,
       Builds itself up; on which the unseen powers
       Move up and down on heavenly ministries—
       The circles in the circles, that approach
       The central sun with ever-narrowing orbit—
       These see the glance alone, the unsealed eye,
       Of Jupiter's glad children born in lustre.

       [He walks across the chamber, then returns, and standing still, proceeds.

       The heavenly constellations make not merely
       The day and nights, summer and spring, not merely
       Signify to the husbandman the seasons
       Of sowing and of harvest. Human action,
       That is the seed, too, of contingencies,
       Strewed on the dark land of futurity
       In hopes to reconcile the powers of fate
       Whence it behoves us to seek out the seed-time,
       To watch the stars, select their proper hours,
       And trace with searching eye the heavenly houses,
       Whether the enemy of growth and thriving
       Hide himself not, malignant, in his corner.
       Therefore permit me my own time. Meanwhile
       Do you your part. As yet I cannot say
       What I shall do—only, give way I will not,
       Depose me, too, they shall not. On these points
       You may rely.

       PAGE (entering).
              My lords, the generals.

       WALLENSTEIN.
       Let them come in.

       TERZKY.
                Shall all the chiefs be present?

       WALLENSTEIN.
       'Twere needless. Both the Piccolomini
       Maradas, Butler, Forgoetsch, Deodati,
       Karaffa, Isolani—these may come.

                [TERZKY goes out with the PAGE.

       WALLENSTEIN (to ILLO).
       Hast thou taken heed that Questenberg was watched?
       Had he no means of secret intercourse?

       ILLO.
       I have watched him closely—and he spoke with none
       But with Octavio.

## SCENE VII.

          WALLENSTRIN, TERZKY, ILLO.—To them enter QUESTENBERG, OCTAVIO,
          and MAX. PICCOLOMINI, BUTLER, ISOLANI, MARADAS, and three other
          Generals. WALLENSTEIN Motions QUESTENBERG, who in consequence
          takes the chair directly opposite to him; the others follow,
          arranging themselves according to their rank. There reigns a
          momentary silence.

       WALLENSTEIN.
                   I have understood,
       'Tis true, the sum and import, Questenberg,
       Of your instructions. I have weighed them well,
       And formed my final, absolute resolve;
       Yet it seems fitting that the generals
       Should hear the will of the emperor from your mouth.
       May it please you then to open your commission
       Before these noble chieftains?

       QUESTENBERG.
                       I am ready
       To obey you; but will first entreat your highness,
       And all these noble chieftains, to consider,
       The imperial dignity and sovereign right
       Speaks from my mouth, and not my own presumption.

       WALLENSTEIN.
       We excuse all preface.

       QUESTENBERG.
                   When his majesty
       The emperor to his courageous armies
       Presented in the person of Duke Friedland
       A most experienced and renowned commander,
       He did it in glad hope and confidence
       To give thereby to the fortune of the war
       A rapid and auspicious change. The onset
       Was favorable to his royal wishes.
       Bohemia was delivered from the Saxons,
       The Swede's career of conquest checked! These lands
       Began to draw breath freely, as Duke Friedland
       From all the streams of Germany forced hither
       The scattered armies of the enemy;
       Hither invoked as round one magic circle
       The Rhinegrave, Bernhard, Banner, Oxenstiern,
       Yea, and the never-conquered king himself;
       Here finally, before the eye of Nuernberg,
       The fearful game of battle to decide.

       WALLENSTEIN.
       To the point, so please you.

       QUESTENBERG.
                      A new spirit
       At once proclaimed to us the new commander.
       No longer strove blind rage with rage more blind;
       But in the enlightened field of skill was shown
       How fortitude can triumph over boldness,
       And scientific art outweary courage.
       In vain they tempt him to the fight. He only
       Entrenches him still deeper in his hold,
       As if to build an everlasting fortress.
       At length grown desperate, now, the king resolves
       To storm the camp and lead his wasted legions,
       Who daily fall by famine and by plague,
       To quicker deaths and hunger and disease.
       Through lines of barricades behind whose fence
       Death lurks within a thousand mouths of fire,
       He yet unconquered strives to storm his way.
       There was attack, and there resistance, such
       As mortal eye had never seen before;
       Repulsed at last, the king withdrew his troops
       From this so murderous field, and not a foot
       Of ground was gained by all that fearful slaughter.

       WALLENSTEIN.
       Pray spare us these recitals from gazettes,
       Which we ourselves beheld with deepest horror.

       QUESTENBERG.
       In Nuernberg's camp the Swedish monarch left
       His fame—in Luetzen's plains his life. But who
       Stood not astounded, when victorious Friedland
       After this day of triumph, this proud day,
       Marched toward Bohemia with the speed of flight,
       And vanished from the theatre of war?
       While the young Weimar hero 7 forced his way
       Into Franconia, to the Danube, like
       Some delving winter-stream, which, where it rushes,
       Makes its own channel; with such sudden speed
       He marched, and now at once 'fore Regensburg
       Stood to the affright of all good Catholic Christians.
       Then did Bavaria's well-deserving prince
       Entreat swift aidance in his extreme need;
       The emperor sends seven horsemen to Duke Friedland,
       Seven horsemen couriers sends he with the entreaty
       He superadds his own, and supplicates
       Where as the sovereign lord he can command.
       In vain his supplication! At this moment
       The duke hears only his old hate and grudge,
       Barters the general good to gratify
       Private revenge—and so falls Regensburg.

       WALLENSTEIN.
       Max., to what period of the war alludes he?
       My recollection fails me here.

       MAX.
                       He means
       When we were in Silesia.

       WALLENSTEIN.
                    Ay! is it so!
       But what had we to do there?

       MAX.
                      To beat out
       The Swedes and Saxons from the province.

       WALLENSTEIN.
                            True;
       In that description which the minister gave,
       I seemed to have forgotten the whole war.
                        [TO QUESTENBERG.
       Well, but proceed a little.

       QUESTENBERG.
       We hoped upon the Oder to regain
       What on the Danube shamefully was lost.
       We looked for deeds of all-astounding grandeur
       Upon a theatre of war, on which
       A Friedland led in person to the field,
       And the famed rival of the great Gustavus
       Had but a Thurn and Arnheim to oppose him!
       Yet the encounter of their mighty hosts
       Served but to feast and entertain each other.
       Our country groaned beneath the woes of war,
       Yet naught but peace prevailed in Friedland's camp!

       WALLENSTEIN.
       Full many a bloody strife is fought in vain,
       Because its youthful general needs a victory.
       But 'tis the privilege of the old commander
       To spare the costs of fighting useless battles
       Merely to show that he knows how to conquer.
       It would have little helped my fame to boast
       Of conquest o'er an Arnheim; but far more
       Would my forbearance have availed my country,
       Had I succeeded to dissolve the alliance
       Existing 'twixt the Saxon and the Swede.

       QUESTENBERG.
       But you did not succeed, and so commenced
       The fearful strife anew. And here at length,
       Beside the river Oder did the duke
       Assert his ancient fame. Upon the fields
       Of Steinau did the Swedes lay down their arms,
       Subdued without a blow. And here, with others,
       The righteousness of heaven to his avenger
       Delivered that long-practised stirrer-up
       Of insurrection, that curse-laden torch
       And kindler of this war, Matthias Thurn.
       But he had fallen into magnanimous hands
       Instead of punishment he found reward,
       And with rich presents did the duke dismiss
       The arch-foe of his emperor.

       WALLENSTEIN (laughs).
                      I know,
       I know you had already in Vienna
       Your windows and your balconies forestalled
       To see him on the executioner's cart.
       I might have lost the battle, lost it too
       With infamy, and still retained your graces—
       But, to have cheated them of a spectacle,
       Oh! that the good folks of Vienna never,
       No, never can forgive me!

       QUESTENBERG.
                     So Silesia
       Was freed, and all things loudly called the duke
       Into Bavaria, now pressed hard on all sides.
       And he did put his troops in motion: slowly,
       Quite at his ease, and by the longest road
       He traverses Bohemia; but ere ever
       He hath once seen the enemy, faces round,
       Breaks up the march, and takes to winter-quarters.

       WALLENSTEIN.
       The troops were pitiably destitute
       Of every necessary, every comfort,
       The winter came. What thinks his majesty
       His troops are made of? Aren't we men; subjected
       Like other men to wet, and cold, and all
       The circumstances of necessity?
       Oh, miserable lot of the poor soldier!
       Wherever he comes in all flee before him,
       And when he goes away the general curse
       Follows him on his route. All must be seized.
       Nothing is given him. And compelled to seize
       From every man he's every man's abhorrence.
       Behold, here stand my generals. Karaffa!
       Count Deodati! Butler! Tell this man
       How long the soldier's pay is in arrears.

       BUTLER.
       Already a full year.

       WALLENSTEIN.
                  And 'tis the hire
       That constitutes the hireling's name and duties,
       The soldier's pay is the soldier's covenant. 8

       QUESTENBERG.
       Ah! this is a far other tone from that
       In which the duke spoke eight, nine years ago.

       WALLENSTEIN.
       Yes! 'tis my fault, I know it: I myself
       Have spoilt the emperor by indulging him.
       Nine years ago, during the Danish war,
       I raised him up a force, a mighty force,
       Forty or fifty thousand men, that cost him
       Of his own purse no doit. Through Saxony
       The fury goddess of the war marched on,
       E'en to the surf-rocks of the Baltic, bearing
       The terrors of his name. That was a time!
       In the whole imperial realm no name like mine
       Honored with festival and celebration—
       And Albrecht Wallenstein, it was the title
       Of the third jewel in his crown!
       But at the Diet, when the princes met
       At Regensburg, there, there the whole broke out,
       There 'twas laid open, there it was made known
       Out of what money-bag I had paid the host,
       And what were now my thanks, what had I now
       That I, a faithful servant of the sovereign,
       Had loaded on myself the people's curses,
       And let the princes of the empire pay
       The expenses of this war that aggrandizes
       The emperor alone. What thanks had I?
       What? I was offered up to their complaint
       Dismissed, degraded!

       QUESTENBERG.
                  But your highness knows
       What little freedom he possessed of action
       In that disastrous Diet.

       WALLENSTEIN.
                    Death and hell!
       I had that which could have procured him freedom
       No! since 'twas proved so inauspicious to me
       To serve the emperor at the empire's cost,
       I have been taught far other trains of thinking
       Of the empire and the Diet of the empire.
       From the emperor, doubtless, I received this staff,
       But now I hold it as the empire's general,—
       For the common weal, the universal interest,
       And no more for that one man's aggrandizement!
       But to the point. What is it that's desired of me?

       QUESTENBERG.
       First, his imperial majesty hath willed
       That without pretexts of delay the army
       Evacuate Bohemia.

       WALLENSTEIN.
                 In this season?
       And to what quarter wills the emperor
       That we direct our course?

       QUESTENBERG.
                     To the enemy.
       His majesty resolves, that Regensburg
       Be purified from the enemy ere Easter,
       That Lutheranism may be no longer preached
       In that cathedral, nor heretical
       Defilement desecrate the celebration
       Of that pure festival.

       WALLENSTEIN.
                   My generals,
       Can this be realized?

       ILLO.
                   'Tis not possible.

       BUTLER.
       It can't be realized.

       QUESTENBERG.
                   The emperor
       Already hath commanded Colonel Suys
       To advance towards Bavaria.

       WALLENSTEIN.
                      What did Suys?

       QUESTENBERG.
       That which his duty prompted. He advanced.

       WALLENSTEIN.
       What! he advanced? And I, his general,
       Had given him orders, peremptory orders
       Not to desert his station! Stands it thus
       With my authority? Is this the obedience
       Due to my office, which being thrown aside,
       No war can be conducted? Chieftains, speak
       You be the judges, generals. What deserves
       That officer who, of his oath neglectful,
       Is guilty of contempt of orders?

       ILLO.
                        Death.

       WALLENSTEIN (raising his voice, as all but ILLO had remained silent
          and seemingly scrupulous).
       Count Piccolomini! what has he deserved?

       MAX. PICCOLOMINI (after a long pause).
       According to the letter of the law,
       Death.

       ISOLANI.
           Death.

       BUTLER.
               Death, by the laws of war.

          [QUESTENBERG rises from his seat, WALLENSTEIN follows, all
          the rest rise.

       WALLENSTEIN.
       To this the law condemns him, and not I.
       And if I show him favor, 'twill arise
       From the reverence that I owe my emperor.

       QUESTENBERG.
       If so, I can say nothing further—here!

       WALLENSTEIN.
       I accepted the command but on conditions!
       And this the first, that to the diminution
       Of my authority no human being,
       Not even the emperor's self, should be entitled
       To do aught, or to say aught, with the army.
       If I stand warranter of the event,
       Placing my honor and my head in pledge,
       Needs must I have full mastery in all
       The means thereto. What rendered this Gustavus
       Resistless, and unconquered upon earth?
       This—that he was the monarch in his army!
       A monarch, one who is indeed a monarch,
       Was never yet subdued but by his equal.
       But to the point! The best is yet to come,
       Attend now, generals!

       QUESTENBERG.
                   The Prince Cardinal
       Begins his route at the approach of spring
       From the Milanese; and leads a Spanish army
       Through Germany into the Netherlands.
       That he may march secure and unimpeded,
       'Tis the emperor's will you grant him a detachment
       Of eight horse-regiments from the army here.

       WALLENSTEIN.
       Yes, yes! I understand! Eight regiments! Well,
       Right well concerted, Father Lanormain!
       Eight thousand horse! Yes, yes! 'tis as it should be
       I see it coming.

       QUESTENBERG.
                There is nothing coming.
       All stands in front: the counsel of state-prudence,
       The dictate of necessity!

       WALLENSTEIN.
                     What then?
       What, my lord envoy? May I not be suffered
       To understand that folks are tired of seeing
       The sword's hilt in my grasp, and that your court
       Snatch eagerly at this pretence, and use
       The Spanish title, and drain off my forces,
       To lead into the empire a new army
       Unsubjected to my control? To throw me
       Plumply aside,—I am still too powerful for you
       To venture that. My stipulation runs,
       That all the imperial forces shall obey me
       Where'er the German is the native language.
       Of Spanish troops and of prince cardinals,
       That take their route as visitors, through the empire,
       There stands no syllable in my stipulation.
       No syllable! And so the politic court
       Steals in on tiptoe, and creeps round behind it;
       First makes me weaker, then to be dispensed with,
       Till it dares strike at length a bolder blow,
       And make short work with me.
       What need of all these crooked ways, lord envoy?
       Straightforward, man! his compact with me pinches
       The emperor. He would that I moved off!
       Well! I will gratify him!
          [Here there commences an agitation among the generals,
          which increases continually.
       It grieves me for my noble officers' sakes;
       I see not yet by what means they will come at
       The moneys they have advanced, or how obtain
       The recompense their services demand.
       Still a new leader brings new claimants forward,
       And prior merit superannuates quickly.
       There serve here many foreigners in the army,
       And were the man in all else brave and gallant,
       I was not wont to make nice scrutiny
       After his pedigree or catechism.
       This will be otherwise i' the time to come.
       Well; me no longer it concerns.
                      [He seats himself.
       Forbid it, Heaven, that it should come to this!
       Our troops will swell in dreadful fermentation—
       The emperor is abused—it cannot be.

       ISOLANI.
       It cannot be; all goes to instant wreck.

       WALLENSTEIN.
       Thou hast said truly, faithful Isolani!
       What we with toil and foresight have built up
       Will go to wreck—all go to instant wreck.
       What then? Another chieftain is soon found,
       Another army likewise (who dares doubt it?)
       Will flock from all sides to the emperor,
       At the first beat of his recruiting drum.

          [During this speech, ISOLANI, TERZKY, ILLO, and MARADAS talk
          confusedly with great agitation.

       MAX. PICCOLOMINI (busily and passionately going from one to another,
          and soothing them).
       Hear, my commander' Hear me, generals!
       Let me conjure you, duke! Determine nothing,
       Till we have met and represented to you
       Our joint remonstrances! Nay, calmer! Friends!
       I hope all may yet be set right again.

       TERZKY.
       Away! let us away! in the antechamber
       Find we the others.
                    [They go.

       BUTLER (to QUESTENBERG).
                 If good counsel gain
       Due audience from your wisdom, my lord envoy,
       You will be cautious how you show yourself
       In public for some hours to come—or hardly
       Will that gold key protect you from maltreatment.

          [Commotions heard from without.

       WALLENSTEIN.
       A salutary counsel—Thou, Octavio!
       Wilt answer for the safety of our guest.
       Farewell, von Questenberg!
                [QUESTENBURG is about to speak.
                     Nay, not a word.
       Not one word more of that detested subject!
       You have performed your duty. We know now
       To separate the office from the man.

          [AS QUESTENBERG is going off with OCTAVIO, GOETZ, TIEFENBACH,
          KOLATTO, press in, several other generals following them.

       GOETZ.
       Where's he who means to rob us of our general?

       TIEFENBACH (at the same time).
       What are we forced to bear? That thou wilt leave us?

       KOLATTO (at the same time).
       We will live with thee, we will die with thee.

       WALLENSTEIN (with stateliness, and pointing to ILLO).
       There! the field-marshal knows our will.
                             [Exit.

          [While all are going off the stage, the curtain drops.

## ACT III.

## SCENE I.

          A Small Chamber.

          ILLO and TERZKY.

       TERZKY.
       Now for this evening's business! How intend you
       To manage with the generals at the banquet?

       ILLO.
       Attend! We frame a formal declaration,
       Wherein we to the duke consign ourselves
       Collectively, to be and to remain
       His, both with life and limb, and not to spare
       The last drop of our blood for him, provided,
       So doing we infringe no oath or duty
       We may be under to the emperor. Mark!
       This reservation we expressly make
       In a particular clause, and save the conscience.
       Now hear! this formula so framed and worded
       Will be presented to them for perusal
       Before the banquet. No one will find in it
       Cause of offence or scruple. Hear now further!
       After the feast, when now the vapering wine
       Opens the heart, and shuts the eyes, we let
       A counterfeited paper, in the which
       This one particular clause has been left out,
       Go round for signatures.

       TERZKY.
                    How! think you then
       That they'll believe themselves bound by an oath,
       Which we have tricked them into by a juggle?

       ILLO.
       We shall have caught and caged them! Let them then
       Beat their wings bare against the wires, and rave
       Loud as they may against our treachery;
       At court their signatures will be believed
       Far more than their most holy affirmations.
       Traitors they are, and must be; therefore wisely
       Will make a virtue of necessity.

       TERZKY.
       Well, well, it shall content me: let but something
       Be done, let only some decisive blow
       Set us in motion.

       ILLO.
       Besides, 'tis of subordinate importance
       How, or how far, we may thereby propel
       The generals. 'Tis enough that we persuade
       The duke that they are his. Let him but act
       In his determined mood, as if he had them,
       And he will have them. Where he plunges in,
       He makes a whirlpool, and all stream down to it.

       TERZKY.
       His policy is such a labyrinth,
       That many a time when I have thought myself
       Close at his side, he's gone at once, and left me
       Ignorant of the ground where I was standing.
       He lends the enemy his ear, permits me
       To write to them, to Arnheim; to Sesina
       Himself comes forward blank and undisguised;
       Talks with us by the hour about his plans,
       And when I think I have him—off at once—
       He has slipped from me, and appears as if
       He had no scheme, but to retain his place.

       ILLO.
       He give up his old plans! I'll tell you, friend!
       His soul is occupied with nothing else,
       Even in his sleep—they are his thoughts, his dreams,
       That day by day he questions for this purpose
       The motions of the planets——

       TERZKY.
                      Ah! you know
       This night, that is now coming, he with Seni,
       Shuts himself up in the astrological tower
       To make joint observations—for I hear
       It is to be a night of weight and crisis;
       And something great, and of long expectation,
       Takes place in heaven.

       ILLO.
                   O that it might take place
       On earth! The generals are full of zeal,
       And would with ease be led to anything
       Rather than lose their chief. Observe, too, that
       We have at last a fair excuse before us
       To form a close alliance 'gainst the court,
       Yet innocent its title, bearing simply
       That we support him only in command.
       But in the ardor of pursuit thou knowest
       Men soon forget the goal from which they started.
       The object I've in view is that the prince
       Shall either find them, or believe them ready
       For every hazard. Opportunity
       Will tempt him on. Be the great step once taken,
       Which at Vienna's court can ne'er be pardoned,
       The force of circumstances will lead him onward
       The farther still and farther. 'Tis the choice
       That makes him undecisive—come but need,
       And all his powers and wisdom will come with it.

       TERZKY.
       'Tis this alone the enemy awaits
       To change their chief and join their force with ours.

       ILLO.
       Come! be we bold and make despatch. The work
       In this next day or two must thrive and grow
       More than it has for years. And let but only
       Things first turn up auspicious here below—
       Mark what I say—the right stars, too, will show themselves.
       Come to the generals. All is in the glow,
       And must be beaten while 'tis malleable.

       TERZKY.
       Do you go thither, Illo? I must stay
       And wait here for the Countess Terzky. Know
       That we, too, are not idle. Break one string,
       A second is in readiness.

       ILLO.
                     Yes! yes!
       I saw your lady smile with such sly meaning.
       What's in the wind?

       TERZKY.
                  A secret. Hush! she comes.

                          [Exit ILLO.

## SCENE II.

          The COUNTESS steps out from a closet.

          COUNT and COUNTESS TERZKY.

       TERZKY.
       Well—is she coming? I can keep him back
       No longer.

       COUNTESS.
             She will be here instantly,
       You only send him.

       TERZKY.
                 I am not quite certain,
       I must confess it, countess, whether or not
       We are earning the duke's thanks hereby. You know
       No ray has broke out from him on this point.
       You have o'erruled me, and yourself know best
       How far you dare proceed.

       COUNTESS.
                     I take it on me.
          [Talking to herself while she is advancing.
       Here's no heed of full powers and commissions;
       My cloudy duke! we understand each other—
       And without words. What could I not unriddle,
       Wherefore the daughter should be sent for hither,
       Why first he, and no other should be chosen
       To fetch her hither? This sham of betrothing her
       To a bridegroom 9, whom no one knows—No! no!
       This may blind others! I see through thee, brother!
       But it beseems thee not to draw a card
       At such a game. Not yet! It all remains
       Mutely delivered up to my finessing.
       Well—thou shalt not have been deceived, Duke Friedland,
       In her who is thy sister.

       SERVANT (enters).
                     The commanders!
                               [Exit.

       TERZKY (to the COUNTESS).
       Take care you heat his fancy and affections—
       Possess him with a reverie, and send him,
       Absent and dreaming to the banquet; that
       He may not boggle at the signature.

       COUNTESS.
       Take care of your guests! Go, send him hither.

       TERZKY.
       All rests upon his undersigning.

       COUNTESS (interrupting him).
       Go to your guests! Go——

       ILLO (comes back).
                     Where art staying, Terzky?
       The house is full, and all expecting you.

       TERZKY.
       Instantly! instantly!
                     [To the COUNTESS.
                   And let him not
       Stay here too long. It might awake suspicion
       In the old man——

       COUNTESS.
                A truce with your precautions!

                     [Exeunt TERZKY and ILLO.

## SCENE III.

          COUNTESS, MAX. PICCOLOMINI.

       MAX. (peeping in on the stage slyly).
       Aunt Terzky! may I venture?
          [Advances to the middle of the stage, and looks around
          him with uneasiness.
                      She's not here!
       Where is she?

       COUNTESS.
               Look but somewhat narrowly
       In yonder corner, lest perhaps she lie
       Concealed behind that screen.

       MAX.
                       There lie her gloves!

          [Snatches at them, but the COUNTESS takes them herself.

       You unkind lady! You refuse me this,
       You make it an amusement to torment me.

       COUNTESS.
       And this the thanks you give me for my trouble?

       MAX.
       O, if you felt the oppression at my heart!
       Since we've been here, so to constrain myself
       With such poor stealth to hazard words and glances.
       These, these are not my habits!

       COUNTESS.
                        You have still
       Many new habits to acquire, young friend!
       But on this proof of your obedient temper
       I must continue to insist; and only
       On this condition can I play the agent
       For your concerns.

       MAX.
                 But wherefore comes she not?
       Where is she?

       COUNTESS.
               Into my hands you must place it
       Whole and entire. Whom could you find, indeed,
       More zealously affected to your interest?
       No soul on earth must know it—not your father;
       He must not, above all.

       MAX.
                    Alas! what danger?
       Here is no face on which I might concentre
       All the enraptured soul stirs up within me.
       O lady! tell me, is all changed around me?
       Or is it only I?
                I find myself,
       As among strangers! Not a trace is left
       Of all my former wishes, former joys.
       Where has it vanished to? There was a time
       When even, methought, with such a world as this,
       I was not discontented. Now how flat!
       How stale! No life, no bloom, no flavor in it!
       My comrades are intolerable to me.
       My father—even to him I can say nothing.
       My arms, my military duties—O!
       They are such wearying toys!

       COUNTESS.
                      But gentle friend!
       I must entreat it of your condescension,
       You would be pleased to sink your eye, and favor
       With one short glance or two this poor stale world,
       Where even now much, and of much moment,
       Is on the eve of its completion.

       MAX.
                         Something,
       I can't but know is going forward round me.
       I see it gathering, crowding, driving on,
       In wild uncustomary movements. Well,
       In due time, doubtless, it will reach even me.
       Where think you I have been, dear lady? Nay,
       No raillery. The turmoil of the camp,
       The spring-tide of acquaintance rolling in,
       The pointless jest, the empty conversation,
       Oppressed and stifled me. I gasped for air—
       I could not breathe—I was constrained to fly,
       To seek a silence out for my full heart;
       And a pure spot wherein to feel my happiness.
       No smiling, countess! In the church was I.
       There is a cloister here "To the heaven's gate," 10
       Thither I went, there found myself alone.
       Over the altar hung a holy mother;
       A wretched painting 'twas, yet 'twas the friend
       That I was seeking in this moment. Ah,
       How oft have I beheld that glorious form
       In splendor, 'mid ecstatic worshippers;
       Yet, still it moved me not! and now at once
       Was my devotion cloudless as my love.

       COUNTESS.
       Enjoy your fortune and felicity!
       Forget the world around you. Meantime, friendship
       Shall keep strict vigils for you, anxious, active.
       Only be manageable when that friendship
       Points you the road to full accomplishment.

       MAX.
       But where abides she then? Oh, golden time
       Of travel, when each morning sun united
       And but the coming night divided us;
       Then ran no sand, then struck no hour for us,
       And time, in our excess of happiness,
       Seemed on its course eternal to stand still.
       Oh, he hath fallen from out his heaven of bliss
       Who can descend to count the changing hours,
       No clock strikes ever for the happy!

       COUNTESS.
       How long is it since you declared your passion?

       MAX.
       This morning did I hazard the first word.

       COUNTESS.
       This morning the first time in twenty days?

       MAX.
       'Twas at that hunting-castle, betwixt here
       And Nepomuck, where you had joined us, and
       That was the last relay of the whole journey;
       In a balcony we were standing mute,
       And gazing out upon the dreary field
       Before us the dragoons were riding onward,
       The safeguard which the duke had sent us—heavy;
       The inquietude of parting lay upon me,
       And trembling ventured at length these words:
       This all reminds me, noble maiden, that
       To-day I must take leave of my good fortune.
       A few hours more, and you will find a father,
       Will see yourself surrounded by new friends,
       And I henceforth shall be but as a stranger,
       Lost in the many—"Speak with my Aunt Terzky!"
       With hurrying voice she interrupted me.
       She faltered. I beheld a glowing red
       Possess her beautiful cheeks, and from the ground
       Raised slowly up her eye met mine—no longer
       Did I control myself.
          [The Princess THEKLA appears at the door, and remains standing,
          observed by the COUNTESS, but not by PICCOLOMINI.
                   With instant boldness
       I caught her in my arms, my lips touched hers;
       There was a rustling in the room close by;
       It parted us—'Twas you. What since has happened
       You know.

       COUNTESS (after a pause, with a stolen glance at THEKLA).
            And is it your excess of modesty
       Or are you so incurious, that you do not
       Ask me too of my secret?

       MAX.
                    Of your secret?

       COUNTESS.
       Why, yes! When in the instant after you
       I stepped into the room, and found my niece there;
       What she in this first moment of the heart
       Taken with surprise——

       MAX. (with eagerness).
                   Well?

## SCENE IV.

          THEKLA (hurries forward), COUNTESS, MAX. PICCOLOMINI.

       THEKLA (to the COUNTESS).
                  Spare yourself the trouble:
       That hears he better from myself.

       MAX. (stepping backward).
                         My princess!
       What have you let her hear me say, Aunt Terzky?

       THEKLA (to the COUNTESS).
       Has he been here long?

       COUNTESS.
                   Yes; and soon must go,
       Where have you stayed so long?

       THEKLA.
                       Alas! my mother,
       Wept so again! and I—I see her suffer,
       Yet cannot keep myself from being happy.

       MAX.
       Now once again I have courage to look on you.
       To-day at noon I could not.
       The dazzle of the jewels that played round you
       Hid the beloved from me.

       THEKLA.
                    Then you saw me
       With your eye only—and not with your heart?

       MAX.
       This morning, when I found you in the circle
       Of all your kindred, in your father's arms,
       Beheld myself an alien in this circle,
       O! what an impulse felt I in that moment
       To fall upon his neck, to call him father!
       But his stern eye o'erpowered the swelling passion,
       It dared not but be silent. And those brilliants,
       That like a crown of stars enwreathed your brows,
       They scared me too! O wherefore, wherefore should be
       At the first meeting spread as 'twere the ban
       Of excommunication round you,—wherefore
       Dress up the angel as for sacrifice.
       And cast upon the light and joyous heart
       The mournful burden of his station? Fitly
       May love dare woo for love; but such a splendor
       Might none but monarchs venture to approach.

       THEKLA.
       Hush! not a word more of this mummery;
       You see how soon the burden is thrown off.
                   [To the COUNTESS.
       He is not in spirits. Wherefore is he not?
       'Tis you, aunt, that have made him all so gloomy!
       He had quite another nature on the journey—
       So calm, so bright, so joyous eloquent.
                   [To MAX.
       It was my wish to see you always so,
       And never otherwise!

       MAX.
                  You find yourself
       In your great father's arms, beloved lady!
       All in a new world, which does homage to you,
       And which, were't only by its novelty,
       Delights your eye.

       THEKLA.
                 Yes; I confess to you
       That many things delight me here: this camp,
       This motley stage of warriors, which renews
       So manifold the image of my fancy,
       And binds to life, binds to reality,
       What hitherto had but been present to me
       As a sweet dream!

       MAX.
                 Alas! not so to me.
       It makes a dream of my reality.
       Upon some island in the ethereal heights
       I've lived for these last days. This mass of men
       Forces me down to earth. It is a bridge
       That, reconducting to my former life,
       Divides me and my heaven.

       THEKLA.
                     The game of life
       Looks cheerful, when one carries in one's heart
       The unalienable treasure. 'Tis a game,
       Which, having once reviewed, I turn more joyous
       Back to my deeper and appropriate bliss.
              [Breaking off, and in a sportive tone.
       In this short time that I've been present here.
       What new unheard-of things have I not seen;
       And yet they all must give place to the wond
       Which this mysterious castle guards.

       COUNTESS (recollecting).
                          And what
       Can this be then? Methought I was acquainted
       With all the dusky corners of this house.

       THEKLA (smiling).
       Ay, but the road thereto is watched by spirits,
       Two griffins still stand sentry at the door.

       COUNTESS (laughs).
       The astrological tower! How happens it
       That this same sanctuary, whose access
       Is to all others so impracticable,
       Opens before you even at your approach?

       THEKLA.
       A dwarfish old man with a friendly face
       And snow-white hairs, whose gracious services
       Were mine at first sight, opened me the doors.

       MAX.
       That is the duke's astrologer, old Seni.

       THEKLA.
       He questioned me on many points; for instance,
       When I was born, what month, and on what day,
       Whether by day or in the night.

       COUNTESS.
                        He wished
       To erect a figure for your horoscope.

       THEKLA.
       My hand too he examined, shook his head
       With much sad meaning, and the lines, methought,
       Did not square over truly with his wishes.

       COUNTESS.
       Well, princess, and what found you in this tower?
       My highest privilege has been to snatch
       A side-glance, and away!

       THEKLA.
                    It was a strange
       Sensation that came o'er me, when at first
       From the broad sunshine I stepped in; and now
       The narrowing line of daylight, that ran after
       The closing door, was gone; and all about me
       'Twas pale and dusky night, with many shadows
       Fantastically cast. Here six or seven
       Colossal statues, and all kings, stood round me
       In a half-circle. Each one in his hand
       A sceptre bore, and on his head a star;
       And in the tower no other light was there
       But from these stars all seemed to come from them.
       "These are the planets," said that low old man,
       "They govern worldly fates, and for that cause
       Are imaged here as kings. He farthest from you,
       Spiteful and cold, an old man melancholy,
       With bent and yellow forehead, he is Saturn.
       He opposite, the king with the red light,
       An armed man for the battle, that is Mars;
       And both these bring but little luck to man."
       But at his side a lovely lady stood,
       The star upon her head was soft and bright,
       Oh, that was Venus, the bright star of joy.
       And the left hand, lo! Mercury, with wings
       Quite in the middle glittered silver bright.
       A cheerful man, and with a monarch's mien;
       And this was Jupiter, my father's star
       And at his side I saw the Sun and Moon.

       MAX.
       Oh, never rudely will I blame his faith
       In the might of stars and angels. 'Tis not merely
       The human being's pride that peoples space
       With life and mystical predominance;
       Since likewise for the stricken heart of love
       This visible nature, and this common world,
       Is all too narrow; yea, a deeper import
       Lurks in the legend told my infant years
       Than lies upon that truth, we live to learn.
       For fable is love's world, his home, his birth-place;
       Delightedly dwells he among fays and talismans,
       And spirits; and delightedly believes
       Divinities, being himself divine
       The intelligible forms of ancient poets,
       The fair humanities of old religion,
       The power, the beauty, and the majesty,
       That had her haunts in dale, or piny mountain,
       Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring,
       Or chasms, and watery depths, all these have vanished.
       They live no longer in the faith of reason!
       But still the heart doth need a language, still
       Doth the old instinct bring back the old names;
       And to yon starry world they now are gone,
       Spirits or gods, that used to share this earth
       With man as with their friend 11, and to the lover
       Yonder they move, from yonder visible sky
       Shoot influence down: and even at this day
       'This Jupiter who brings whate'er is great,
       And Venus who brings everything that's fair!

       THEKLA.
       And if this be the science of the stars,
       I, too, with glad and zealous industry,
       Will learn acquaintance with this cheerful faith.
       It is a gentle and affectionate thought,
       That in immeasurable heights above us,
       At our first birth, the wreath of love was woven,
       With sparkling stars for flowers.

       COUNTESS.
                         Not only roses
       And thorns too hath the heaven, and well for you
       Leave they your wreath of love inviolate:
       What Venus twined, the bearer of glad fortune,
       The sullen orb of Mars soon tears to pieces.

       MAX.
       Soon will this gloomy empire reach its close.
       Blest be the general's zeal: into the laurel
       Will he inweave the olive-branch, presenting
       Peace to the shouting nations. Then no wish
       Will have remained for his great heart. Enough
       Has he performed for glory, and can now
       Live for himself and his. To his domains will
       He retire; he has a stately seat
       Of fairest view at Gitschin, Reichenberg,
       And Friedland Castle, both lie pleasantly;
       Even to the foot of the huge mountains here
       Stretches the chase and covers of his forests:
       His ruling passion to create the splendid
       He can indulge without restraint; can give
       A princely patronage to every art,
       And to all worth a sovereign's protection.
       Can build, can plant, can watch the starry courses——

       COUNTESS.
       Yet I would have you look, and look again,
       Before you lay aside your arms, young friend!
       A gentle bride, as she is, is well worth it,
       That you should woo and win her with the sword.

       MAX.
       Oh, that the sword could win her!

       COUNTESS.
                         What was that?
       Did you hear nothing? Seemed as if I heard
       Tumult and larum in the banquet-room.

                          [Exit COUNTESS.

## SCENE V.

          THEKLA and MAX. PICCOLOMINI.

       THEKLA (as soon as the COUNTESS is out of sight, in a quick,
          low voice to PICCOLOMINI).
       Don't trust them! They are false!

       MAX.
                         Impossible!

       THEKLA.
       Trust no one here but me. I saw at once,
       They had a purpose.

       MAX.
                  Purpose! but what purpose?
       And how can we be instrumental to it?

       THEKLA.
       I know no more than you; but yet believe me
       There's some design in this; to make us happy,
       To realize our union—trust me, love!
       They but pretend to wish it.

       MAX.
                      But these Terzkys—
       Why use we them at all? Why not your mother?
       Excellent creature! She deserves from us
       A full and filial confidence.

       THEKLA.
                       She doth love you,
       Doth rate you high before all others—but—
       But such a secret—she would never have
       The courage to conceal it from my father.
       For her own peace of mind we must preserve it
       A secret from her too.

       MAX.
                   Why any secret?
       I love not secrets. Mark what I will do.
       I'll throw me at your father's feet—let him
       Decide upon my fortune! He is true,
       He wears no mask—he hates all crooked ways—
       He is so good, so noble!

       THEKLA. (falls on his neck).
                    That are you!

       MAX.
       You knew him only from this morn! But I
       Have lived ten years already in his presence;
       And who knows whether in this very moment
       He is not merely waiting for us both
       To own our loves in order to unite us?
       You are silent!
       You look at me with such a hopelessness!
       What have you to object against your father?

       THEKLA.
       I? Nothing. Only he's so occupied—
       He has no leisure time to think about
       The happiness of us two.
                    [Taking his hand tenderly.
                    Follow me
       Let us not place too great a faith in men.
       These Terzkys—we will still be grateful to them
       For every kindness, but not trust them further
       Than they deserve;—and in all else rely
       On our own hearts!

       MAX.
                 O! shall we e'er be happy?

       THEKLA.
       Are we not happy now? Art thou not mine?
       Am I not thine? There lives within my soul
       A lofty courage—'tis love gives it me!
       I ought to be less open—ought to hide
       My heart more from thee—so decorum dictates:
       But where in this place couldst thou seek for truth,
       If in my mouth thou didst not find it?
       We now have met, then let us hold each other
       Clasped in a lasting and a firm embrace.
       Believe me this was more than their intent.
       Then be our loves like some blest relic kept
       Within the deep recesses of the heart.
       From heaven alone the love has been bestowed,
       To heaven alone our gratitude is due;
       It can work wonders for us still.

## SCENE VI.

          To them enters the COUNTESS TERZKY.

       COUNTESS (in a pressing manner).
                     Come, come!
       My husband sends me for you. It is now
       The latest moment.
          [They not appearing to attend to what she says,
          she steps between them.
                 Part you!

       THEKLA.
                       Oh, not yet!
       It has been scarce a moment.

       COUNTESS.
                      Ay! Then time
       Flies swiftly with your highness, princess niece!

       MAX.
       There is no hurry, aunt.

       COUNTESS.
                    Away! Away!
       The folks begin to miss you. Twice already
       His father has asked for him.

       THEKLA.
                       Ha! His father!
       COUNTESS.
       You understand that, niece!

       THEKLA.
                      Why needs he
       To go at all to that society?
       'Tis not his proper company. They may
       Be worthy men, but he's too young for them;
       In brief, he suits not such society.

       COUNTESS.
       You mean, you'd rather keep him wholly here?

       THEKLA (with energy).
       Yes! You have hit it aunt! That is my meaning,
       Leave him here wholly! Tell the company——

       COUNTESS.
       What! have you lost your senses, niece?
       Count, you remember the conditions. Come!

       MAX (to THEKLA).
       Lady, I must obey. Fairwell, dear lady!
          [THEKLA turns away from him with a quick motion.
       What say you then, dear lady?

       THEKLA (without looking at him).
                       Nothing. Go!

       MAX.
       Can I when you are angry——

          [He draws up to her, their eyes meet, she stands silent a moment,
          then throws herself into his arms; he presses her fast to his heart.

       COUNTESS.
       Off! Heavens! if any one should come!
       Hark! What's that noise! It comes this way. Off!

          [MAX. tears himself away out of her arms and goes. The COUNTESS
          accompanies him. THEKLA follows him with her eyes at first, walks
          restlessly across the room, then stops, and remains standing, lost
          in thought. A guitar lies on the table, she seizes it as by a
          sudden emotion, and after she has played awhile an irregular and
          melancholy symphony, she falls gradually into the music and sings.

## SCENE VII.

       THEKLA (plays and sings).

          The cloud doth gather, the greenwood roar,
          The damsel paces along the shore;
          The billows, they tumble with might, with might;
          And she flings out her voice to the darksome night;
            Her bosom is swelling with sorrow;
          The world it is empty, the heart will die,
          There's nothing to wish for beneath the sky
          Thou Holy One, call thy child away!
          I've lived and loved, and that was to-day;
            Make ready my grave-clothes to-morrow. 12

## SCENE VIII.

          COUNTESS (returns), THEKLA.

       COUNTESS.
       Fie, lady niece! to throw yourself upon him
       Like a poor gift to one who cares not for it,
       And so must be flung after him! For you,
       Duke Friedland's only child, I should have thought
       It had been more beseeming to have shown yourself
       More chary of your person.

       THEKLA (rising).
                     And what mean you?

       DUCHESS.
       I mean, niece, that you should not have forgotten
       Who you are, and who he is. But perchance
       That never once occurred to you.

       THEKLA.
                        What then?

       COUNTESS.
       That you're the daughter of the Prince Duke Friedland.

       THEKLA.
       Well, and what farther?

       DUCHESS.
                    What? A pretty question!

       THEKLA.
       He was born that which we have but become.
       He's of an ancient Lombard family,
       Son of a reigning princess.

       COUNTESS.
                      Are you dreaming?
       Talking in sleep? An excellent jest, forsooth!
       We shall no doubt right courteously entreat him
       To honor with his hand the richest heiress
       In Europe.

       THEKLA.
             That will not be necessary.

       COUNTESS.
       Methinks 'twere well, though, not to run the hazard.

       THEHLA.
       His father loves him; Count Octavio
       Will interpose no difficulty——

       COUNTESS.
                        His!
       His father! His! But yours, niece, what of yours?

       THERLA.
       Why, I begin to think you fear his father,
       So anxiously you hide it from the man!
       His father, his, I mean.

       COUNTESS (looks at her as scrutinizing).
                    Niece, you are false.

       THEBLA.
       Are you then wounded? O, be friends with me!

       COUNTESS.
       You hold your game for won already. Do not
       Triumph too soon!

       THEKLA (interrupting her, and attempting to soothe her).
                 Nay now, be friends with me.

       COUNTESS.
       It is not yet so far gone.

       THEKLA.
                     I believe you.

       COUNTESS.
       Did you suppose your father had laid out
       His most important life in toils of war,
       Denied himself each quiet earthly bliss,
       Had banished slumbers from his tent, devoted
       His noble head to care, and for this only,
       To make a happier pair of you? At length
       To draw you from your convent, and conduct
       In easy triumph to your arms the man
       That chanced to please your eyes! All this, methinks,
       He might have purchased at a cheaper rate.

       THEKLA.
       That which he did not plant for me might yet
       Bear me fair fruitage of its own accord.
       And if my friendly and affectionate fate,
       Out of his fearful and enormous being,
       Will but prepare the joys of life for me——

       COUNTESS.
       Thou seest it with a lovelorn maiden's eyes,
       Cast thine eye round, bethink thee who thou art;—
       Into no house of joyance hast thou stepped,
       For no espousals dost thou find the walls
       Decked out, no guests the nuptial garland wearing;
       Here is no splendor but of arms. Or thinkest thou
       That all these thousands are here congregated
       To lead up the long dances at thy wedding!
       Thou see'st thy father's forehead full of thought,
       Thy mother's eye in tears: upon the balance
       Lies the great destiny of all our house.
       Leave now the puny wish, the girlish feeling;
       Oh, thrust it far behind thee! Give thou proof
       Thou'rt the daughter of the mighty—his
       Who where he moves creates the wonderful.
       Not to herself the woman must belong,
       Annexed and bound to alien destinies.
       But she performs the best part, she the wisest,
       Who can transmute the alien into self,
       Meet and disarm necessity by choice;
       And what must be, take freely to her heart,
       And bear and foster it with mother's love.

       THEKLA.
       Such ever was my lesson in the convent.
       I had no loves, no wishes, knew myself
       Only as his—his daughter—his, the mighty!
       His fame, the echo of whose blast drove to me
       From the far distance, weakened in my soul
       No other thought than this—I am appointed
       To offer myself up in passiveness to him.

       COUNTESS.
       That is thy fate. Mould thou thy wishes to it—
       I and thy mother gave thee the example.

       THEKLA.
       My fate hath shown me him, to whom behoves it
       That I should offer up myself. In gladness
       Him will I follow.

       COUNTESS.
                 Not thy fate hath shown him!
       Thy heart, say rather—'twas thy heart, my child!

       THEKLA.
       Faith hath no voice but the heart's impulses.
       I am all his! His present—his alone.
       Is this new life, which lives in me? He hath
       A right to his own creature. What was I
       Ere his fair love infused a soul into me?

       COUNTESS.
       Thou wouldst oppose thy father, then, should he
       Have otherwise determined with thy person?
          [THEKLA remains silent. The COUNTESS continues.
       Thou meanest to force him to thy liking? Child,
       His name is Friedland.

       THEKLA.
                   My name too is Friedland.
       He shall have found a genuine daughter in me.

       COUNTESS.
       What! he has vanquished all impediment,
       And in the wilful mood of his own daughter
       Shall a new struggle rise for him? Child! child!
       As yet thou hast seen thy father's smiles alone;
       The eye of his rage thou hast not seen. Dear child,
       I will not frighten thee. To that extreme,
       I trust it ne'er shall come. His will is yet
       Unknown to me; 'tis possible his aims
       May have the same direction as thy wish.
       But this can never, never be his will,
       That thou, the daughter of his haughty fortunes,
       Shouldest e'er demean thee as a lovesick maiden
       And like some poor cost-nothing, fling thyself
       Toward the man, who, if that high prize ever
       Be destined to await him, yet with sacrifices
       The highest love can bring, must pay for it.

                        [Exit COUNTESS.

## SCENE IX.

       THEKLA (who during the last speech had been standing evidently
           lost in her reflections).
       I thank thee for the hint. It turns
       My sad presentiment to certainty.
       And it is so! Not one friend have we here,
       Not one true heart! we've nothing but ourselves!
       Oh, she said rightly—no auspicious signs
       Beam on this covenant of our affections.
       This is no theatre where hope abides
       The dull thick noise of war alone stirs here,
       And love himself, as he were armed in steel,
       Steps forth, and girds him for the strife of death.
            [Music from the banquet-room is heard.
       There's a dark spirit walking in our house.
       And swiftly will the destiny close on us.
       It drove me hither from my calm asylum,
       It mocks my soul with charming witchery,
       It lures me forward in a seraph's shape,
       I see it near, I see it nearer floating,
       It draws, it pulls me with a godlike power—
       And lo! the abyss—and thither am I moving—
       I have no power within me not to move!
          [The music from the banquet-room becomes louder.
       Oh, when a house is, doomed in fire to perish,
       Many and dark Heaven drives his clouds together,
       Yea, shoots his lightnings down from sunny heights,
       Flames burst from out the subterraneous chasms,
       And fiends and angels, mingling in their fury,
       Sling firebrands at the burning edifice. 13

                            [Exit THEKLA.

## ACT IV.

## SCENE I.

          A large saloon lighted up with festal splendor; in the midst of it,
          and in the centre of the stage a table richly set out, at which
          eight generals are sitting, among whom are OCTAVIO PICCOLOMINI,
          TERZKY, and MARADAS. Right and left of this, but further back, two
          other tables, at each of which six persons are placed. The middle
          door, which is standing open, gives to the prospect a fourth table
          with the same number of persons. More forward stands the sideboard.
          The whole front of the stage is kept open, for the pages and
          servants-in-waiting. All is in motion. The band of music belonging
          to TERZKY's regiment march across the stage, and draw up around the
          tables. Before they are quite off from the front of the stage, MAX.
          PICCOLOMINI appears, TERZKY advances towards him with a paper,
          ISOLANI comes up to meet him with a beaker, or service-cup.

          TERZKY, ISOLANI, MAX. PICCOLOMINI.

       ISOLANI.
       Here, brother, what we love! Why, where hast been?
       Off to thy place—quick! Terzky here has given
       The mother's holiday wine up to free booty.
       Here it goes on as at the Heidelberg castle.
       Already hast thou lost the best. They're giving
       At yonder table ducal crowns in shares;
       There Sternberg's lands and chattels are put up,
       With Eggenberg's, Stawata's, Lichtenstein's,
       And all the great Bohemian feudalities.
       Be nimble, lad! and something may turn up
       For thee, who knows? off—to thy place! quick! march!

       TIEFENBACH and GOETZ (call out from the second and third tables).
       Count Piccolomini!

       TERZKY.
       Stop, ye shall have him in an instant. Read
       This oath here, whether as 'tis here set forth,
       The wording satisfies you. They've all read it,
       Each in his turn, and each one will subscribe
       His individual signature.

       MAX. (reads).
       "Ingratis servire nefas."

       ISOLANI.
       That sounds to my ears very much like Latin,
       And being interpreted, pray what may it mean?

       TERZKY.
       No honest man will serve a thankless master.

       MAX. "Inasmuch as our supreme commander, the illustrious Duke of
       Friedland, in consequence of the manifold affronts and grievances which
       he has received, had expressed his determination to quit the emperor, but
       on our unanimous entreaty has graciously consented to remain still with
       the army, and not to part from us without our approbation thereof, so we,
       collectively and each in particular, in the stead of an oath personally
       taken, do, hereby oblige ourselves—likewise by him honorably and
       faithfully to hold, and in nowise whatsoever from him to part, and to be
       ready to shed for his interests the last drop of our blood, so far,
       namely, as our oath to the emperor will permit it. (These last words are
       repeated by ISOLANI.) In testimony of which we subscribe our names."

       TERZKY.
       Now! are you willing to subscribe to this paper?

       ISOLANI.
       Why should he not? All officers of honor
       Can do it, ay, must do it. Pen and ink here!

       TERZKY.
       Nay, let it rest till after meal.

       ISOLANI (drawing MAX. along).
                         Come, Max!

                 [Both seat themselves at their table.

## SCENE II.

          TERZKY, NEUMANN.

       TERZKY (beckons to NEUMANN, who is waiting at the side-table and steps
           forward with him to the edge of the stage).
       Have you the copy with you, Neumann? Give it.
       It may be changed for the other?

       NEUMANN.
                        I have copied it
       Letter by letter, line by line; no eye
       Would e'er discover other difference,
       Save only the omission of that clause,
       According to your excellency's order.

       TERZKY.
       Right I lay it yonder and away with this—
       It has performed its business—to the fire with it.

          [NEUMANN lays the copy on the table, and steps back again
          to the side-table.

## SCENE III.

          ILLO (comes out from the second chamber), TERZKY.

       ILLO.
       How goes it with young Piccolomini!

       TERZKY.
       All right, I think. He has started no object.

       ILLO.
       He is the only one I fear about—
       He and his father. Have an eye on both!

       TERZKY.
       How looks it at your table: you forget not
       To keep them warm and stirring?

       ILLO.
                        Oh, quite cordial,
       They are quite cordial in the scheme. We have them
       And 'tis as I predicted too. Already
       It is the talk, not merely to maintain
       The duke in station. "Since we're once for all
       Together and unanimous, why not,"
       Says Montecuculi, "ay, why not onward,
       And make conditions with the emperor
       There in his own Venice?" Trust me, count,
       Were it not for these said Piccolomini,
       We might have spared ourselves the cheat.

       TERZEY.
                             And Butler?
       How goes it there? Hush!

## SCENE IV.

          To them enter BUTLER from a second table.

       BUTLER.
                     Don't disturb yourselves;
       Field-marshal, I have understood you perfectly.
       Good luck be to the scheme; and as to me,
                      [With an air of mystery.
       You may depend upon me.

       ILLO (with vivacity).
                    May we, Butler?

       BUTLER.
       With or without the clause, all one to me!
       You understand me! My fidelity
       The duke may put to any proof—I'm with him
       Tell him so! I'm the emperor's officer,
       As long as 'tis his pleasure to remain
       The emperor's general! and Friedland's servant,
       As soon as it shall please him to become
       His own lord.

       TERZKY.
               You would make a good exchange.
       No stern economist, no Ferdinand,
       Is he to whom you plight your services.

       BUTLER (with a haughty look).
       I do not put up my fidelity
       To sale, Count Terzky! Half a year ago
       I would not have advised you to have made me
       An overture to that, to which I now
       Offer myself of my own free accord.
       But that is past! and to the duke, field-marshal,
       I bring myself, together with my regiment.
       And mark you, 'tis my humor to believe,
       The example which I give will not remain
       Without an influence.

       ILLO.
                   Who is ignorant,
       That the whole army looks to Colonel Butler
       As to a light that moves before them?

       BUTLER.
                           Ay?
       Then I repent me not of that fidelity
       Which for the length of forty years I held,
       If in my sixtieth year my good old name
       Can purchase for me a revenge so full.
       Start not at what I say, sir generals!
       My real motives—they concern not you.
       And you yourselves, I trust, could not expect
       That this your game had crooked my judgment—or
       That fickleness, quick blood, or such like cause,
       Has driven the old man from the track of honor,
       Which he so long had trodden. Come, my friends!
       I'm not thereto determined with less firmness,
       Because I know and have looked steadily
       At that on which I have determined.

       ILLO.
                          Say,
       And speak roundly, what are we to deem you?

       BUTLER.
       A friend! I give you here my hand! I'm yours
       With all I have. Not only men, but money
       Will the duke want. Go, tell him, sirs!
       I've earned and laid up somewhat in his service,
       I lend it him; and is he my survivor,
       It has been already long ago bequeathed to him;
       He is my heir. For me, I stand alone
       Here in the world; naught know I of the feeling
       That binds the husband to a wife and children.
       My name dies with me, my existence ends.

       ILLO.
       'Tis not your money that he needs—a heart
       Like yours weighs tons of gold down, weighs down millions!

       BUTLER.
       I came a simple soldier's boy from Ireland
       To Prague—and with a master, whom I buried.
       From lowest stable duty I climbed up,
       Such was the fate of war, to this high rank,
       The plaything of a whimsical good fortune.
       And Wallenstein too is a child of luck:
       I love a fortune that is like my own.

       ILLO.
       All powerful souls have kindred with each other.

       BUTLER.
       This is an awful moment! to the brave,
       To the determined, an auspicious moment.
       The Prince of Weimar arms, upon the Maine,
       To found a mighty dukedom. He of Halberstadt,
       That Mansfeldt, wanted but a longer life
       To have marked out with his good sword a lordship
       That should reward his courage. Who of these
       Equals our Friedland? There is nothing, nothing
       So high, but he may set the ladder to it!

       TERZKY.
       That's spoken like a man!

       BUTLER.
       Do you secure the Spaniard and Italian—
       I'll be your warrant for the Scotchman Lesly.
       Come to the company!

       TERZKY.
       Where is the master of the cellar? Ho!
       Let the best wines come up. Ho! cheerly, boy!
       Luck comes to-day, so give her hearty welcome.

                  [Exeunt, each to his table.

## SCENE V.

       The MASTER OF THE CELLAR, advancing with NEUMANN, SERVANTS passing
       backwards and forwards.

MASTER OF THE CELLAR. The best wine! Oh, if my old mistress, his lady mother, could but see these wild goings on she would turn herself round in her grave. Yes, yes, sir officer! 'tis all down the hill with this noble house! no end, no moderation! And this marriage with the duke's sister, a splendid connection, a very splendid connection! but I will tell you, sir officer, it looks no good.

NEUMANN. Heaven forbid! Why, at this very moment the whole prospect is in bud and blossom!

MASTER OF THE CELLAR. You think so? Well, well! much may be said on that head.

FIRST SERVANT (comes). Burgundy for the fourth table.

MASTER OF THE CELLAR. Now, sir lieutenant, if this aint the seventieth flask——

FIRST SERVANT. Why, the reason is, that German lord, Tiefenbach, sits at that table.

MASTER OF THE CELLAR (continuing his discourse to NEUMANN). They are soaring too high. They would rival kings and electors in their pomp and splendor; and wherever the duke leaps, not a minute does my gracious master, the count, loiter on the brink—(to the SERVANTS). What do you stand there listening for? I will let you know you have legs presently. Off! see to the tables, see to the flasks! Look there! Count Palfi has an empty glass before him!

RUNNER (comes). The great service-cup is wanted, sir, that rich gold cup with the Bohemian arms on it. The count says you know which it is.

MASTER OF THE CELLAR. Ay! that was made for Frederick's coronation by the artist William—there was not such another prize in the whole booty at Prague.

RUNNER. The same!—a health is to go round in him.

MASTER OF THE CELLAR (shaking his head while he fetches and rinses the cups). This will be something for the tale-bearers—this goes to Vienna.

NEUMANN. Permit me to look at it. Well, this is a cup indeed! How heavy! as well it may be, being all gold. And what neat things are embossed on it! how natural and elegant they look! There, on the first quarter, let me see. That proud amazon there on horseback, she that is taking a leap over the crosier and mitres, and carries on a wand a hat together with a banner, on which there's a goblet represented. Can you tell me what all this signifies?

MASTER OF THE CELLAR. The woman you see there on horseback is the Free Election of the Bohemian Crown. That is signified by the round hat and by that fiery steed on which she is riding. The hat is the pride of man; for he who cannot keep his hat on before kings and emperors is no free man.

NEUMANN. But what is the cup there on the banner.

MASTER OF THE CELLAR. The cup signifies the freedom of the Bohemian Church, as it was in our forefathers' times. Our forefathers in the wars of the Hussites forced from the pope this noble privilege; for the pope, you know, will not grant the cup to any layman. Your true Moravian values nothing beyond the cup; it is his costly jewel, and has cost the Bohemians their precious blood in many and many a battle.

NEUMANN. And what says that chart that hangs in the air there, over it all?

MASTER OF THE CELLAR. That signifies the Bohemian letter-royal which we forced from the Emperor Rudolph—a precious, never to be enough valued parchment, that secures to the new church the old privileges of free ringing and open psalmody. But since he of Steiermark has ruled over us that is at an end; and after the battle at Prague, in which Count Palatine Frederick lost crown and empire, our faith hangs upon the pulpit and the altar—and our brethren look at their homes over their shoulders; but the letter-royal the emperor himself cut to pieces with his scissors.

NEUMANN. Why, my good Master of the Cellar! you are deep read in the chronicles of your country.

MASTER OF THE CELLAR. So were my forefathers, and for that reason were they minstrels, and served under Procopius and Ziska. Peace be with their ashes! Well, well! they fought for a good cause though. There! carry it up!

NEUMANN. Stay! let me but look at this second quarter. Look there! That is, when at Prague Castle, the imperial counsellors, Martinitz and Stawata, were hurled down head over heels. 'Tis even so! there stands Count Thur who commands it.

       [RUNNER takes the service-cup and goes off with it.

MASTER OF THE CELLAR. Oh, let me never more hear of that day. It was the three-and-twentieth of May in the year of our Lord one thousand six hundred and eighteen. It seems to me as it were but yesterday—from that unlucky day it all began, all the heartaches of the country. Since that day it is now sixteen years, and there has never once been peace on the earth.

       [Health drunk aloud at the second table.

The Prince of Weimar! Hurrah!

       [At the third and fourth tables.

Long live Prince William! Long live Duke Bernard! Hurrah!

       [Music strikes up.

FIRST SERVANT. Hear 'em! Hear 'em! What an uproar!

SECOND SERVANT (comes in running). Did you hear? They have drunk the Prince of Weimar's health.

THIRD SERVANT. The Swedish chief commander!

FIRST SERVANT (speaking at the same time). The Lutheran!

SECOND SERVANT. Just before, when Count Deodati gave out the emperor's health, they were all as mum as a nibbling mouse.

MASTER OF THE CELLAR. Po, po! When the wine goes in strange things come out. A good servant hears, and hears not! You should be nothing but eyes and feet, except when you are called to.

    SECOND SERVANT.
       [To the RUNNER, to whom he gives secretly a flask of wine, keeping
       his eye on the MASTER OF THE CELLAR, standing between him and the
       RUNNER.
    Quick, Thomas! before the Master of the Cellar runs this way; 'tis a
    flask of Frontignac! Snapped it up at the third table. Canst go off
    with it?

RUNNER (hides it in his, pocket). All right!

                   [Exit the Second Servant.

THIRD SERVANT (aside to the FIRST). Be on the hark, Jack! that we may have right plenty to tell to Father Quivoga. He will give us right plenty of absolution in return for it.

FIRST SERVANT. For that very purpose I am always having something to do behind Illo's chair. He is the man for speeches to make you stare with.

MASTER OF THE CELLAR (to NEUMANN). Who, pray, may that swarthy man be, he with the cross, that is chatting so confidently with Esterhats?

NEUMANN. Ay, he too is one of those to whom they confide too much. He calls himself Maradas; a Spaniard is he.

MASTER OF THE CELLAR (impatiently). Spaniard! Spaniard! I tell you, friend, nothing good comes of those Spaniards. All these outlandish fellows are little better than rogues.

NEUMANN. Fy, fy! you should not say so, friend. There are among them our very best generals, and those on whom the duke at this moment relies the most.

    MASTER OF THE CELLAR.
       [Taking the flask out of RUNNER'S pocket.
    My son, it will be broken to pieces in your pocket.

       [TERZKY hurries in, fetches away the paper, and calls to a servant
       for pen and ink, and goes to the back of the stage.

MASTER OF THE CELLAR (to the SERVANTS). The lieutenant-general stands up. Be on the watch. Now! They break up. Off, and move back the forms.

       [They rise at all the tables, the SERVANTS hurry off the front of
       the stage to the tables; part of the guests come forward.

## SCENE VI.

       OCTAVIO PICCOLOMINI enters, in conversation with MARADAS, and both
       place themselves quite on the edge of the stage on one side of the
       proscenium. On the side directly opposite, MAX. PICCOLOMINI, by
       himself, lost in thought, and taking no part in anything that is
       going forward. The middle space between both, but rather more
       distant from the edge of the stage, is filled up by BUTLER, ISOLANI,
       GOETZ, TIEFENBACH, and KOLATTO.

ISOLANI (while the company is coming forward). Good-night, good-night, Kolatto! Good-night, lieutenant-general! I should rather say good-morning.

GOETZ (to TIEFENBACH). Noble brother! (making the usual compliment after meals).

TIEFENBACH. Ay! 'twas a royal feast indeed.

GOETZ. Yes, my lady countess understands these matters. Her mother-in-law, heaven rest her soul, taught her! Ah! that was a housewife for you!

TIEFENBACH. There was not her like in all Bohemia for setting out a table.

OCTAVIO (aside to MARADAS). Do me the favor to talk to me—talk of what you will—or of nothing. Only preserve the appearance at least of talking. I would not wish to stand by myself, and yet I conjecture that there will be goings on here worthy of our attentive observation. (He continues to fix his eye on the whole following scene.)

ISOLANI (on the point of going). Lights! lights!

TERZKY (advances with the paper to ISOLANI). Noble brother; two minutes longer! Here is something to subscribe.

ISOLANI. Subscribe as much as you like—but you must excuse me from reading it.

TERZKY. There is no need. It is the oath which you have already read. Only a few marks of your pen!

       [ISOLANI hands over the paper to OCTAVIO respectfully.

TERZKY. Nay, nay, first come, first served. There is no precedence here.

       [OCTAVIO runs over the paper with apparent indifference.
       TERZKY watches him at some distance.

GOETZ (to TERZKY). Noble count! with your permission—good-night.

TERKZY. Where's the hurry? Come, one other composing draught. (To the SERVANTS). Ho!

GOETZ. Excuse me—aint able.

TERZKY. A thimble-full.

GOETZ. Excuse me.

TIEFENBACH (sits down). Pardon me, nobles! This standing does not agree with me.

TERZKY. Consult your own convenience, general.

TIEFENBACH. Clear at head, sound in stomach—only my legs won't carry me any longer.

ISOLANI (pointing at his corpulence). Poor legs! how should they! Such an unmerciful load!

       [OCTAVIO subscribes his name, and reaches over the paper to TERZKY,
       who gives it to ISOLANI; and he goes to the table to sign his name.

TIEFENBACH. 'Twas that war in Pomerania that first brought it on. Out in all weathers—ice and snow—no help for it. I shall never get the better of it all the days of my life.

GOETZ. Why, in simple verity, your Swedes make no nice inquiries about the season.

TERZKY (observing ISOLANI, whose hand trembles excessively so that he can scarce direct his pen). Have you had that ugly complaint long, noble brother? Despatch it.

ISOLANI. The sins of youth! I have already tried the chalybeate waters. Well—I must bear it.

       [TERZKY gives the paper to MARADAS; he steps to the table
       to subscribe.

OCTAVIO (advancing to BUTLER). You are not over-fond of the orgies of Bacchus, colonel! I have observed it. You would, I think, find yourself more to your liking in the uproar of a battle than of a feast.

BUTLER. I must confess 'tis not in my way.

OCTAVIO (stepping nearer to him friendlily). Nor in mine neither, I can assure you; and I am not a little glad, my much-honored Colonel Butler, that we agree so well in our opinions. A half-dozen good friends at most, at a small round table, a glass of genuine Tokay, open hearts, and a rational conversation—that's my taste.

BUTLER. And mine, too, when it can be had.

       [The paper comes to TIEFENBACH, who glances over it at the same time
       with GOETZ and KOLATTO. MARADAS in the meantime returns to OCTAVIO.
       All this takes places, the conversation with BUTLER proceeding
       uninterrupted.

OCTAVIO (introducing MADARAS to BUTLER.) Don Balthasar Maradas! likewise a man of our stamp, and long ago your admirer.

                         [BUTLER bows.

OCTAVIO (continuing). You are a stranger here—'twas but yesterday you arrived—you are ignorant of the ways and means here. 'Tis a wretched place. I know at your age one loves to be snug and quiet. What if you move your lodgings? Come, be my visitor. (BUTLER makes a low bow.) Nay, without compliment! For a friend like you I have still a corner remaining.

BUTLER (coldly). Your obliged humble servant, my lord lieutenant-general.

       [The paper comes to BUTLER, who goes to the table to subscribe it.
       The front of the stage is vacant, so that both the PICCOLOMINIS,
       each on the side where he had been from the commencement of the

SCENE, remain alone.

OCTAVIO (after having some time watched his son in silence, advances somewhat nearer to him). You were long absent from us, friend!

MAX. I—urgent business detained me.

OCTAVIO. And, I observe, you are still absent!

MAX. You know this crowd and bustle always makes me silent.

OCTAVIO (advancing still nearer). May I be permitted to ask what the business was that detained you? Terzky knows it without asking.

MAX. What does Terzky know?

OCTAVIO. He was the only one who did not miss you.

ISOLANI (who has been attending to them for some distance steps up). Well done, father! Rout out his baggage! Beat up his quarters! there is something there that should not be.

TERZKY (with the paper). Is there none wanting? Have the whole subscribed?

OCTAVIO. All.

TERZKY (calling aloud). Ho! Who subscribes?

BUTLER (to TERZKY). Count the names. There ought to be just thirty.

TERZKY. Here is a cross.

TIEFENBACH. That's my mark!

ISOLANI. He cannot write; but his cross is a good cross, and is honored by Jews as well as Christians.

OCTAVIO (presses on to MAX.). Come, general! let us go. It is late.

TERZKY. One Piccolomini only has signed.

ISOLANI (pointing to MAX.). Look! that is your man, that statue there, who has had neither eye, ear, nor tongue for us the whole evening.

       [MAX. receives the paper from TERZKY, which he looks upon vacantly.

## SCENE VII.

       To these enter ILLO from the inner room. He has in his hand a
       golden service-cup, and is extremely distempered with drinking;
       GOETZ and BUTLER follow him, endeavoring to keep him back.

ILLO. What do you want! Let me go.

GOETZ and BUTLER. Drink no more, Illo! For heaven's sake, drink no more.

ILLO (goes up to OCTAVIO, and shakes him cordially by the hand, and then drinks). Octavio! I bring this to you! Let all grudge be drowned in this friendly bowl! I know well enough you never loved me—devil take me! and I never loved you! I am always even with people in that way! Let what's past be past—that is, you understand—forgotten! I esteem you infinitely. (Embracing him repeatedly.) You have not a dearer friend on earth than I, but that you know. The fellow that cries rogue to you calls me villain, and I'll strangle him! my dear friend!

TERZKY (whispering to him). Art in thy senses? For heaven's sake, Illo, think where you are!

ILLO (aloud). What do you mean? There are none but friends here, are there? (Looks round the whole circle with a jolly and triumphant air.) Not a sneaker amongst us, thank heaven.

TERZKY (to BUTLER, eagerly). Take him off with you, force him off, I entreat you, Butler!

BUTLER (to ILLO). Field-marshal! a word with you. (Leads to the side-board.)

ILLO (cordially). A thousand for one. Fill; fill it once more up to the brim. To this gallant man's health!

ISOLANI (to MAX., who all the while has been staring on the paper with fixed but vacant eyes). Slow and sure, my noble brother! Hast parsed it all yet? Some words yet to go through? Ha?

MAX. (waking as from a dream). What am I to do?

TERZKY, and at the same time ISOLANI. Sign your name. (OCTAVIO directs his eyes on him with intense anxiety).

MAX. (returns the paper). Let it stay till to-morrow. It is business; to-day I am not sufficiently collected. Send it to me to-morrow.

TERZKY. Nay, collect yourself a little.

ISOLANI. Awake man, awake! Come, thy signature, and have done with it! What! Thou art the youngest in the whole company, and would be wiser than all of us together! Look there! thy father has signed; we have all signed.

TERZKY (to OCTAVIO). Use your influence. Instruct him.

OCTAVIO. My son is at the age of discretion.

ILLO (leaves the service-cup on the sideboard). What's the dispute?

TERZKY. He declines subscribing the paper.

MAX. I say it may as well stay till to-morrow.

ILLO. It cannot stay. We have all subscribed to it—and so must you. You must subscribe.

MAX. Illo, good-night!

ILLO. No! you come not off so! The duke shall learn who are his friends. (All collect round ILLO and MAX.)

MAX. What my sentiments are towards the duke, the duke knows, every one knows—what need of this wild stuff?

ILLO. This is the thanks the duke gets for his partiality to Italians and foreigners. Us Bohemians he holds for little better than dullards— nothing pleases him but what's outlandish.

TERZKY (in extreme embarrassment, to the Commanders, who at ILLO's words give a sudden start as preparing to resent them). It is the wine that speaks, and not his reason. Attend not to him, I entreat you.

ISOLANI (with a bitter laugh). Wine invents nothing: it only tattles.

ILLO. He who is not with me is against me. Your tender consciences! Unless they can slip out by a back-door, by a puny proviso——

TERZKY (interrupting him). He is stark mad—don't listen to him!

ILLO (raising his voice to the highest pitch). Unless they can slip out by a proviso. What of the proviso? The devil take this proviso!

MAX. (has his attention roused, and looks again into the paper). What is there here then of such perilous import? You make me curious—I must look closer at it.

TERZKY (in a low voice to ILLO). What are you doing, Illo? You are ruining us.

TIEFENBACH (to KOLATTO). Ay, ay! I observed, that before we sat down to supper, it was read differently.

GOETZ. Why, I seemed to think so too.

ISOLANI. What do I care for that? Where there stand other names mine can stand too.

TIEFENBACH. Before supper there was a certain proviso therein, or short clause, concerning our duties to the emperor.

BUTLER (to one of the Commanders). For shame, for shame! Bethink you. What is the main business here? The question now is, whether we shall keep our general, or let him retire. One must not take these things too nicely, and over-scrupulously.

ISOLANI (to one of the Generals). Did the duke make any of these provisos when he gave you your regiment?

TERZKY (to GOETZ). Or when he gave you the office of army-purveyancer, which brings you in yearly a thousand pistoles!

ILLO. He is a rascal who makes us out to be rogues. If there be any one that wants satisfaction, let him say so,—I am his man.

TIEFENBACH. Softly, softly? 'Twas but a word or two.

MAX. (having read the paper gives it back). Till to-morrow therefore!

ILLO (stammering with rage and fury, loses all command over himself and presents the paper to MAX. With one hand, and his sword in the other). Subscribe—Judas!

ISOLANI. Out upon you, Illo!

OCTAVIO, TERZKY, BUTLER (all together). Down with the sword!

MAX. (rushes on him suddenly and disarms him, then to COUNT TERZKY). Take him off to bed!

       [MAX leaves the stage. ILLO cursing and raving is held back by some
       of the officers, and amidst a universal confusion the curtain drops.

## ACT V.

## SCENE I.

          A Chamber in PICCOLOMINI's Mansion. It is Night.

          OCTAVIO PICCOLOMINI. A VALET DE CHAMBRE with Lights.

       OCTAVIO.
       And when my son comes in, conduct him hither.
       What is the hour?

       VALET.
                 'Tis on the point of morning.

       OCTAVIO.
       Set down the light. We mean not to undress.
       You may retire to sleep.

          [Exit VALET. OCTAVIO paces, musing, across the chamber; MAX.
          PICCOLOMINI enters unobserved, and looks at his father for some
          moments in silence.

       MAX.
       Art thou offended with me? Heaven knows
       That odious business was no fault of mine.
       'Tis true, indeed, I saw thy signature,
       What thou hast sanctioned, should not, it might seem,
       Have come amiss to me. But—'tis my nature—
       Thou know'st that in such matters I must follow
       My own light, not another's.

       OCTAVIO (goes up to him and embraces him).
                       Follow it,
       Oh, follow it still further, my best son!
       To-night, dear boy! it hath more faithfully
       Guided thee than the example of thy father.

       MAX.
       Declare thyself less darkly.

       OCTAVIO.
                      I will do so;
       For after what has taken place this night,
       There must remain no secrets 'twixt us two.
                    [Both seat themselves.
       Max. Piccolomini! what thinkest thou of
       The oath that was sent round for signatures?

       MAX.
       I hold it for a thing of harmless import,
       Although I love not these set declarations.

       OCTAVIO.
       And on no other ground hast thou refused
       The signature they fain had wrested from thee?

       MAX.
       It was a serious business. I was absent—
       The affair itself seemed not so urgent to me.

       OCTAVIO.
       Be open, Max. Thou hadst then no suspicion?

       MAX.
       Suspicion! what suspicion? Not the least.

       OCTAVIO.
       Thank thy good angel, Piccolomini;
       He drew thee back unconscious from the abyss.

       MAX.
       I know not what thou meanest.

       OCTAVIO.
                       I will tell thee.
       Fain would they have extorted from thee, son,
       The sanction of thy name to villany;
       Yes, with a single flourish of thy pen,
       Made thee renounce thy duty and thy honor!

       MAX. (rises).
       Octavio!

       OCTAVIO.
            Patience! Seat Yourself. Much yet
       Hast thou to hear from me, friend! Hast for years
       Lived in incomprehensible illusion.
       Before thine eyes is treason drawing out
       As black a web as e'er was spun for venom:
       A power of hell o'erclouds thy understanding.
       I dare no longer stand in silence—dare
       No longer see thee wandering on in darkness,
       Nor pluck the bandage from thine eyes.

       MAX.
                            My father!
       Yet, ere thou speakest, a moment's pause of thought!
       If your disclosures should appear to be
       Conjectures only—and almost I fear
       They will be nothing further—spare them! I
       Am not in that collected mood at present,
       That I could listen to them quietly.

       OCTAVIO.
       The deeper cause thou hast to hate this light,
       The more impatient cause have I, my son,
       To force it on thee. To the innocence
       And wisdom of thy heart I could have trusted thee
       With calm assurance—but I see the net
       Preparing—and it is thy heart itself
       Alarms me, for thine innocence—that secret,
            [Fixing his eyes steadfastly on his son's face.
       Which thou concealest, forces mine from me.

          [MAX. attempts to answer, but hesitates, and casts his eyes
          to the ground embarrassed.

       OCTAVIO (after a pause).
       Know, then, they are duping thee!—a most foul game
       With thee and with us all—nay, hear me calmly—
       The duke even now is playing. He assumes
       The mask, as if he would forsake the army;
       And in this moment makes he preparations
       That army from the emperor to steal,
       And carry it over to the enemy!

       MAX.
       That low priest's legend I know well, but did not
       Expect to hear it from thy mouth.

       OCTAVIO.
                         That mouth,
       From which thou hearest it at this present moment,
       Doth warrant thee that it is no priest's legend.

       MAX.
       How mere a maniac they supposed the duke;
       What, he can meditate?—the duke?—can dream
       That he can lure away full thirty thousand
       Tried troops and true, all honorable soldiers,
       More than a thousand noblemen among them,
       From oaths, from duty, from their honor lure them,
       And make them all unanimous to do
       A deed that brands them scoundrels?

       OCTAVIO.
                          Such a deed,
       With such a front of infamy, the duke
       No way desires—what he requires of us
       Bears a far gentler appellation. Nothing
       He wishes but to give the empire peace.
       And so, because the emperor hates this peace,
       Therefore the duke—the duke will force him to it.
       All parts of the empire will he pacify,
       And for his trouble will retain in payment
       (What he has already in his gripe)—Bohemia!

       MAX.
       Has he, Octavio, merited of us,
       That we—that we should think so vilely of him?

       OCTAVIO.
       What we would think is not the question here,
       The affair speaks for itself—and clearest proofs!
       Hear me, my son—'tis not unknown to thee,
       In what ill credit with the court we stand.
       But little dost thou know, or guess what tricks,
       What base intrigues, what lying artifices,
       Have been employed—for this sole end—to sow
       Mutiny in the camp! All bands are loosed—
       Loosed all the bands that link the officer
       To his liege emperor, all that bind the soldier
       Affectionately to the citizen.
       Lawless he stands, and threateningly beleaguers
       The state he's bound to guard. To such a height
       'Tis swollen, that at this hour the emperor
       Before his armies—his own armies—trembles;
       Yea, in his capital, his palace, fears
       The traitor's poniard, and is meditating
       To hurry off and hide his tender offspring—
       Not from the Swedes, not from the Lutherans—no,
       From his own troops to hide and hurry them!

       MAX.
       Cease, cease! thou torturest, shatterest me. I know
       That oft we tremble at an empty terror;
       But the false phantasm brings a real misery.

       OCTAVIO.
       It is no phantasm. An intestine war,
       Of all the most unnatural and cruel,
       Will burst out into flames, if instantly
       We do not fly and stifle it. The generals
       Are many of them long ago won over;
       The subalterns are vacillating; whole
       Regiments and garrisons are vacillating.
       To foreigners our strongholds are intrusted;
       To that suspected Schafgotch is the whole
       Force of Silesia given up: to Terzky
       Five regiments, foot and horse; to Isolani,
       To Illo, Kinsky, Butler, the best troops.

       MAX.
       Likewise to both of us.

       OCTAVIO.
                    Because the duke
       Believes he has secured us, means to lure us
       Still further on by splendid promises.
       To me he portions forth the princedoms, Glatz
       And Sagan; and too plain I see the bait
       With which he doubts not but to catch thee.

       MAX.
                              No! no!
       I tell thee, no!

       OCTAVIO.
                Oh, open yet thine eyes!
       And to what purpose think'st thou he has called
       Hither to Pilsen? to avail himself
       Of our advice? Oh, when did Friedland ever
       Need our advice? Be calm, and listen to me.
       To sell ourselves are we called hither, and
       Decline we that, to be his hostages.
       Therefore doth noble Gallas stand aloof;
       Thy father, too, thou wouldst not have seen here,
       If higher duties had not held him fettered.

       MAX.
       He makes no secret of it—needs make none—
       That we're called hither for his sake—he owns it.
       He needs our aidance to maintain himself—
       He did so much for us; and 'tis but fair
       That we, too, should do somewhat now for him.

       OCTAVIO.
       And know'st thou what it is which we must do?
       That Illo's drunken mood betrayed it to thee.
       Bethink thyself, what hast thou heard, what seen?
       The counterfeited paper, the omission
       Of that particular clause, so full of meaning,
       Does it not prove that they would bind us down
       To nothing good?

       MAX.
                That counterfeited paper
       Appears to me no other than a trick
       Of Illo's own device. These underhand
       Traders in great men's interests ever use
       To urge and hurry all things to the extreme.
       They see the duke at variance with the court,
       And fondly think to serve him, when they widen
       The breach irreparably. Trust me, father,
       The duke knows nothing of all this.

       OCTAVIO.
                          It grieves me
       That I must dash to earth, that I must shatter
       A faith so specious; but I may not spare thee!
       For this is not a time for tenderness.
       Thou must take measured, speedy ones, must act.
       I therefore will confess to thee that all
       Which I've intrusted to thee now, that all
       Which seems to thee so unbelievable,
       That—yes, I will tell thee, (a pause) Max.! I had it all
       From his own mouth, from the duke's mouth I had it.

       MAX (in excessive agitation).
       No! no! never!

       OCTAVIO.
               Himself confided to me
       What I, 'tis true, had long before discovered
       By other means; himself confided to me,
       That 'twas his settled plan to join the Swedes;
       And, at the head of the united armies,
       Compel the emperor——

       MAX.
                  He is passionate,
       The court has stung him; he is sore all over
       With injuries and affronts; and in a moment
       Of irritation, what if he, for once,
       Forgot himself? He's an impetuous man.

       OCTAVIO.
       Nay, in cold blood he did confess this to me
       And having construed my astonishment
       Into a scruple of his power, he showed me
       His written evidences—showed me letters,
       Both from the Saxon and the Swede, that gave
       Promise of aidance, and defined the amount.

       MAX.
       It cannot be!—cannot be! cannot be!
       Dost thou not see, it cannot!
       Thou wouldst of necessity have shown him
       Such horror, such deep loathing—that or he
       Had taken thee for his better genius, or
       Thou stood'st not now a living man before me.

       OCTAVIO.
       I have laid open my objections to him,
       Dissuaded him with pressing earnestness;
       But my abhorrence, the full sentiment
       Of my whole heart—that I have still kept safe
       To my own consciousness.

       MAX.
                    And thou hast been
       So treacherous? That looks not like my father!
       I trusted not thy words, when thou didst tell me
       Evil of him; much less can I now do it,
       That thou calumniatest thy own self.

       OCTAVIO.
       I did not thrust myself into his secrecy.

       MAX.
       Uprightness merited his confidence.

       OCTAVIO.
       He was no longer worthy of sincerity.

       MAX.
       Dissimulation, sure, was still less worthy
       Of thee, Octavio!

       OCTAVIO.
                 Gave I him a cause
       To entertain a scruple of my honor?

       MAX.
       That he did not evince his confidence.

       OCTAVIO.
       Dear son, it is not always possible
       Still to preserve that infant purity
       Which the voice teaches in our inmost heart,
       Still in alarm, forever on the watch
       Against the wiles of wicked men: e'en virtue
       Will sometimes bear away her outward robes
       Soiled in the wrestle with iniquity.
       This is the curse of every evil deed
       That, propagating still, it brings forth evil.
       I do not cheat my better soul with sophisms;
       I but perform my orders; the emperor
       Prescribes my conduct to me. Dearest boy,
       Far better were it, doubtless, if we all
       Obeyed the heart at all times; but so doing,
       In this our present sojourn with bad men,
       We must abandon many an honest object.
       'Tis now our call to serve the emperor;
       By what means he can best be served—the heart
       May whisper what it will—this is our call!

       MAX.
       It seems a thing appointed, that to-day
       I should not comprehend, not understand thee.
       The duke, thou sayest, did honestly pour out
       His heart to thee, but for an evil purpose:
       And thou dishonestly hast cheated him
       For a good purpose! Silence, I entreat thee—
       My friend, thou stealest not from me—
       Let me not lose my father!

       OCTAVIO (suppressing resentment).
       As yet thou knowest not all, my son. I have
       Yet somewhat to disclose to thee.
                       [After a pause.
                         Duke Friedland
       Hath made his preparations. He relies
       Upon the stars. He deems us unprovided,
       And thinks to fall upon us by surprise.
       Yea, in his dream of hope, he grasps already
       The golden circle in his hand. He errs,
       We, too, have been in action—he but grasps
       His evil fate, most evil, most mysterious!

       MAX.
       Oh, nothing rash, my sire! By all that's good,
       Let me invoke thee—no precipitation!

       OCTAVIO.
       With light tread stole he on his evil way,
       And light of tread hath vengeance stole on after him.
       Unseen she stands already, dark behind him
       But one step more—he shudders in her grasp!
       Thou hast seen Questenberg with me. As yet
       Thou knowest but his ostensible commission:
       He brought with him a private one, my son!
       And that was for me only.

       MAX.
                     May I know it?

       OCTAVIO (seizes the patent).
                             Max!
       In this disclosure place I in thy hands
                        [A pause.
       The empire's welfare and thy father's life.
       Dear to thy inmost heart is Wallenstein
       A powerful tie of love, of veneration,
       Hath knit thee to him from thy earliest youth.
       Thou nourishest the wish,—O let me still
       Anticipate thy loitering confidence!
       The hope thou nourishest to knit thyself
       Yet closer to him——

       MAX.
                  Father——

       OCTAVIO.
                       Oh, my son!
       I trust thy heart undoubtingly. But am I
       Equally sure of thy collectedness?
       Wilt thou be able, with calm countenance,
       To enter this man's presence, when that I
       Have trusted to thee his whole fate?

       MAX.
                          According
       As thou dost trust me, father, with his crime.

          [OCTAVIO takes a paper out of his escritoire and gives it to him.

       MAX.
       What! how! a full imperial patent!

       OCTAVIO.
                         Read it.

       MAX. (just glances on it).
       Duke Friedland sentenced and condemned!

       OCTAVIO.
                            Even so.

       MAX. (throws down the paper).
       Oh, this is too much! O unhappy error!

       OCTAVIO.
       Read on. Collect thyself.

       MAX. (after he has read further, with a look of affright and astonishment
          on his father).
                     How! what! Thou! thou!

       OCTAVIO.
       But for the present moment, till the King
       Of Hungary may safely join the army,
       Is the command assigned to me.

       MAX.
                       And think'st thou,
       Dost thou believe, that thou wilt tear it from him?
       Oh, never hope it! Father! father! father!
       An inauspicious office is enjoined thee.
       This paper here!—this! and wilt thou enforce it?
       The mighty in the middle of his host,
       Surrounded by his thousands, him wouldst thou
       Disarm—degrade! Thou art lost, both thou and all of us.

       OCTAVIO.
       What hazard I incur thereby, I know.
       In the great hand of God I stand. The Almighty
       Will cover with his shield the imperial house,
       And shatter, in his wrath, the work of darkness.
       The emperor hath true servants still; and even
       Here in the camp, there are enough brave men
       Who for the good cause will fight gallantly.
       The faithful have been warned—the dangerous
       Are closely watched. I wait but the first step,
       And then immediately——

       Max.
                   What? On suspicion?
       Immediately?

       OCTAVIO.
              The emperor is no tyrant.
       The deed alone he'll punish, not the wish.
       The duke hath yet his destiny in his power.
       Let him but leave the treason uncompleted,
       He will be silently displaced from office,
       And make way to his emperor's royal son.
       An honorable exile to his castles
       Will be a benefaction to him rather
       Than punishment. But the first open step——

       MAX.
       What callest thou such a step? A wicked step
       Ne'er will he take; but thou mightest easily,
       Yea, thou hast done it, misinterpret him.

       OCTAVIO.
       Nay, howsoever punishable were
       Duke Friedland's purposes, yet still the steps
       Which he hath taken openly permit
       A mild construction. It is my intention
       To leave this paper wholly unenforced
       Till some act is committed which convicts him
       Of high treason, without doubt or plea,
       And that shall sentence him.

       MAX.
                      But who the judge

       OCTAVIO.
       Thyself.

       MAX.
            Forever, then, this paper will lie idle.

       OCTAVIO.
       Too soon, I fear, its powers must all be proved.
       After the counter-promise of this evening,
       It cannot be but he must deem himself
       Secure of the majority with us;
       And of the army's general sentiment
       He hath a pleasing proof in that petition,
       Which thou delivered'st to him from the regiments.
       Add this too—I have letters that the Rhinegrave
       Hath changed his route, and travels by forced marches
       To the Bohemian forests. What this purports
       Remains unknown; and, to confirm suspicion,
       This night a Swedish nobleman arrived here.

       MAX.
       I have thy word. Thou'lt not proceed to action
       Before thou hast convinced me—me myself.

       OCTAVIO.
       Is it possible? Still, after all thou know'st,
       Canst thou believe still in his innocence?

       MAX. (with enthusiasm).
       Thy judgment may mistake; my heart cannot.
             [Moderates his voice and manner.
       These reasons might expound thy spirit or mine;
       But they expound not Friedland—I have faith:
       For as he knits his fortunes to the stars,
       Even so doth he resemble them in secret,
       Wonderful, still inexplicable courses!
       Trust me, they do him wrong. All will be solved.
       These smokes at once will kindle into flame—
       The edges of this black and stormy cloud
       Will brighten suddenly, and we shall view
       The unapproachable glide out in splendor.

       OCTAVIO.
       I will await it.

## SCENE II.

          OCTAVIO and MAX. as before. To then the VALET OF
          THE CHAMBER.

       OCTAVIO.
       How now, then?

       VALET.
               A despatch is at the door.

       OCTAVIO.
       So early? From whom comes he then? Who is it?

       VALET.
       That he refused to tell me.

       OCTAVIO.
                      Lead him in:
       And, hark you—let it not transpire.

            [Exit VALET: the CORNET steps in.

       OCTAVIO.
       Ha! cornet—is it you; and from Count Gallas?
       Give me your letters.

       CORNET.
                   The lieutenant-general
       Trusted it not to letters.

       OCTAVIO.
                     And what is it?

       CORNET.
       He bade me tell you—Dare I speak openly here?

       OCTAVIO.
       My son knows all.

       CORNET.
                 We have him.

       OCTAVIO.
                        Whom?

       CORNET.
                           Sesina,
       The old negotiator.

       OCTAVIO (eagerly).
                  And you have him?

       CORNET.
       In the Bohemian Forest Captain Mohrbrand
       Found and secured him yester-morning early.
       He was proceeding then to Regensburg,
       And on him were despatches for the Swede.

       OCTAVIO.
       And the despatches——

       CORNET.
                  The lieutenant-general
       Sent them that instant to Vienna, and
       The prisoner with them.

       OCTAVIO.
                    This is, indeed, a tiding!
       That fellow is a precious casket to us,
       Enclosing weighty things. Was much found on him?

       CORNET.
       I think, six packets, with Count Terzky's arms.

       OCTAVIO.
       None in the duke's own hand?

       CORNET.
                      Not that I know.

       OCTAVIO.
       And old Sesina.

       CORNET.
                He was sorely frightened.
       When it was told him he must to Vienna;
       But the Count Altringer bade him take heart,
       Would he but make a full and free confession.

       OCTAVIO.
       Is Altringer then with your lord? I heard
       That he lay sick at Linz.

       CORNET.
                     These three days past
       He's with my master, the lieutenant-general,
       At Frauenburg. Already have they sixty
       Small companies together, chosen men;
       Respectfully they greet you with assurances,
       That they are only waiting your commands.

       OCTAVIO.
       In a few days may great events take place.
       And when must you return?

       CORNET.
                     I wait your orders.

       OCTAVIO.
       Remain till evening.
            [CORNET signifies his assent and obeisance, and is going.
                  No one saw you—ha?

       CORNET.
       No living creature. Through the cloister wicket
       The capuchins, as usual, let me in.

       OCTAVIO.
       Go, rest your limbs, and keep yourself concealed.
       I hold it probable that yet ere evening
       I shall despatch you. The development
       Of this affair approaches: ere the day,
       That even now is dawning in the heaven,
       Ere this eventful day hath set, the lot
       That must decide our fortunes will be drawn.

                      [Exit CORNET.

## SCENE III.

          OCTAVIO and MAX. PICCOLOMINI.

       OCTAVIO.
       Well—and what now, son? All will soon be clear;
       For all, I'm certain, went through that Sesina.

       MAX. (who through the whole of the foregoing scene has been in
          a violent and visible struggle of feelings, at length starts
          as one resolved).
       I will procure me light a shorter way.
       Farewell.

       OCTAVIO.
            Where now? Remain here.

       MAX.
                         To the Duke.

       OCTAVIO (alarmed).
       What——

       MAX. (returning).
           If thou hast believed that I shall act
       A part in this thy play, thou hast
       Miscalculated on me grievously.
       My way must be straight on. True with the tongue,
       False with the heart—I may not, cannot be
       Nor can I suffer that a man should trust me—
       As his friend trust me—and then lull my conscience
       With such low pleas as these: "I ask him not—
       He did it all at his own hazard—and
       My mouth has never lied to him." No, no!
       What a friend takes me for, that I must be.
       I'll to the duke; ere yet this day is ended
       Will I demand of him that he do save
       His good name from the world, and with one stride
       Break through and rend this fine-spun web of yours.
       He can, he will! I still am his believer,
       Yet I'll not pledge myself, but that those letters
       May furnish you, perchance, with proofs against him.
       How far may not this Terzky have proceeded—
       What may not he himself too have permitted
       Himself to do, to snare the enemy,
       The laws of war excusing? Nothing, save
       His own mouth shall convict him—nothing less!
       And face to face will I go question him.

       OCTAVIO.
       Thou wilt.

       MAX.
             I will, as sure as this heart beats.

       OCTAVIO.
       I have, indeed, miscalculated on thee.
       I calculated on a prudent son,
       Who would have blessed the hand beneficent
       That plucked him back from the abyss—and lo!
       A fascinated being I discover,
       Whom his two eyes befool, whom passion wilders,
       Whom not the broadest light of noon can heal.
       Go, question him! Be mad enough, I pray thee.
       The purpose of thy father, of thy emperor,
       Go, give it up free booty! Force me, drive me
       To an open breach before the time. And now,
       Now that a miracle of heaven had guarded
       My secret purpose even to this hour,
       And laid to sleep suspicion's piercing eyes,
       Let me have lived to see that mine own son,
       With frantic enterprise, annihilates
       My toilsome labors and state policy.

       MAX.
       Ay—this state policy! Oh, how I curse it!
       You will some time, with your state policy,
       Compel him to the measure: it may happen,
       Because ye are determined that he is guilty,
       Guilty ye'll make him. All retreat cut off,
       You close up every outlet, hem him in
       Narrower and narrower, till at length ye force him—
       Yes, ye, ye force him, in his desperation,
       To set fire to his prison. Father! father!
       That never can end well—it cannot—will not!
       And let it be decided as it may,
       I see with boding heart the near approach
       Of an ill-starred, unblest catastrophe.
       For this great monarch-spirit, if he fall,
       Will drag a world into the ruin with him.
       And as a ship that midway on the ocean
       Takes fire, at once, and with a thunder-burst
       Explodes, and with itself shoots out its crew
       In smoke and ruin betwixt sea and heaven!
       So will he, falling, draw down in his fall
       All us, who're fixed and mortised to his fortune,
       Deem of it what thou wilt; but pardon me,
       That I must bear me on in my own way.
       All must remain pure betwixt him and me;
       And, ere the daylight dawns, it must be known
       Which I must lose—my father or my friend.

           [During his exit the curtain drops.

## FOOTNOTES.

       1 A town about twelve German miles N.E. of Ulm.

       2 The Dukes in Germany being always reigning powers, their sons
          and daughters are entitled princes and princesses.

       3 Carinthia.

       4 A town not far from the Mine-mountains, on the high road
          from Vienna to Prague.

       5 In the original,—

          "Den blut'gen Lorbeer geb' ich hin mit Freuden
          Fuers erste Veilchen, das der Maerz uns bringt,
          Das duerftige Pfand der neuverjuengten Erde."

       6 A reviewer in the Literary Gazette observes that, in these
          lines, Mr. Coleridge has misapprehended the meaning of the word
          "Zug," a team, translating it as "Anzug," a suit of clothes. The
          following version, as a substitute, I propose:—

            When from your stables there is brought to me
            A team of four most richly harnessed horses.

          The term, however, is "Jagd-zug" which may mean a "hunting
          equipage," or a "hunting stud;" although Hilpert gives only "a team
          of four horses."

       7 Bernhard of Saxe-Weimar, who succeeded Gustavus in command.

       8 The original is not translatable into English:—

                          —Und sein Sold
            Muss dem Soldaten werden, darnach heisst er.

          It might perhaps have been thus rendered:—

            And that for which he sold his services,
            The soldier must receive—

          but a false or doubtful etymology is no more than a dull pun.

       9 In Germany, after honorable addresses have been paid and formally
          accepted, the lovers are called bride and bridegreoom, even though
          the marriage should not take place till years afterwards.

       10 I am doubtful whether this be the dedication of the cloister,
          or the name of one of the city gates, near which it stood. I have
          translated it in the former sense; but fearful of having made some
          blunder, I add the original,—

            Es ist ein Kloster hier zur Himmelspforte.

       11   No more of talk, where god or angel guest
            With man, as with his friend familiar, used
            To sit indulgent.       Paradise Lost, B. IX.

       12 I found it not in my power to translate this song with literal
          fidelity preserving at the same time the Alcaic movement, and have
          therefore added the original, with a prose translation. Some of my
          readers may be more fortunate.

          THEKLA (spielt and singt).

            Der Eichwald brauset, die Wolken ziehn,
            Das Maegdlein wandelt an Ufers Gruen;
            Es bricht sich die Welle mit Macht, mit Macht,
            Und sie singt hinaus in die finstre Nacht,
              Das Auge von Weinen getruebet:
            Das Herz is gestorben, die Welt ist leer,
            Und weiter giebt sie dem Wunsche nichts mehr.
            Du Heilige, rufe dein Kind zurueck,
            Ich babe genossen das irdische Glueck,
              Ich babe gelebt and geliebet.

          LITERAL TRANSLATION.

          THEKLA (plays and sings). The oak-forest bellows, the clouds
          gather, the damsel walks to and fro on the green of the shore; the
          wave breaks with might, with might, and she sings out into the dark
          night, her eye discolored with weeping: the heart is dead, the world
          is empty, and further gives it nothing more to the wish. Thou Holy
          One, call thy child home. I have enjoyed the happiness of this
          world, I have lived and have loved.

          I cannot but add here an imitation of this song, with which my
          friend, Charles Lamb, has favored me, and which appears to me to
          have caught the happiest manner of our old ballads:—

            The clouds are blackening, the storms are threatening,
             The cavern doth mutter, the greenwood moan!
            Billows are breaking, the damsel's heart aching,
             Thus in the dark night she singeth alone,
                He eye upward roving:

            The world is empty, the heart is dead surely,
             In this world plainly all seemeth amiss;
            To thy heaven, Holy One, take home thy little one.
             I have partaken of all earth's bliss,
                Both living and loving.

       13 There are few who will not have taste enough to laugh at the
          two concluding lines of this soliloquy: and still fewer, I would
          fain hope, who would not have been more disposed to shudder, had I
          given a faithful translation. For the readers of German I have
          added the original:—

            Blind-wuethend schleudert selbst der Gott der Freude
            Den Pechkranz in das brennende Gebaeude.

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