half 1800, 1828, 1829.
After 16 [Fixes his eye on him. The Burgomaster alarmed. 1800, 1828, 1829.
1800, 1828, 1829.
Scene IV
To these enter Count Tertsky.
At Neustadt; the Swedes gained the victory.
Soon after sunrise did the fight begin!
A troop of the Imperialists from Fachau
Had forced their way into the Swedish camp;
The cannonade continued full two hours;
There were left dead upon the field a thousand 10
Imperialists, together with their Colonel;
Further than this he did not know.
Imperial troops at Neustadt? Altringer,
But yesterday, stood sixty miles from there.
Count Galas' force collects at Frauenberg, 15
[771] And have not the full complement. Is it possible,
That Suys perchance had ventured so far onward?
It cannot be.
For here comes Illo, full of haste, and joyous.
Scene V
To these enter Illo.
And what he brings I can announce to you
Beforehand. Seven leagues distant are the Swedes; 5
At Neustadt did Max Piccolomini
Throw himself on them with the cavalry;
A murderous fight took place! o'erpower'd by numbers
The Pappenheimers all, with Max their leader,
Were left dead on the field. 10
[Wallenstein is going, when Lady Neubrunn rushes into the room. Some servants follow her and run across the stage.
[Hurries off the stage, when Wallenstein and Tertsky follow her.
LINENOTES:
Before 2 Tertsky (eagerly). 1800, 1828, 1829.
Before 3 Wallenstein (at the same time). 1800, 1828, 1829.
After 9 [Wallenstein shudders and turns pale. 1800, 1828, 1829.
Before 11 Wallenstein (after a pause, in a low voice). 1800, 1828, 1829.
Neubrunn (at the same time with them). She is dying! 1800, 1828, 1829.
Scene VI
Butler and Gordon.
Young Piccolomini, who fell in the battle.
Reporteth, that the Swedes are conquerors,
And marching hitherward.
Close by us to protect the Duke. We have
Only my single regiment; and the garrison
Is not two hundred strong.
To hold in custody a man like him.
And liberate him.
With my head have I pledged myself for his, 15
Must make my word good, cost it what it will,
And if alive we cannot hold him prisoner,
Why—death makes all things certain!
Do I understand you? Gracious God! You could—
The sacred person of your General! 25
A 'has been' washes out no villainy.
And without judgment passed?
Is here instead of judgment.
Not justice. The most guilty should be heard. 30
Hurry to realize a bloody sentence.
A word may be recalled, a life can never be.
To the hangman's service.
His colour at a daring enterprize.
The unextinguishable flame of war?
I might have done so.—But 'tis now past by.
I had fallen, defending the Emperor's citadel!
But murder's a black deed, and nature curses it.
To gain possession of his person. See—
It is addressed to you as well as me.
Are you content to take the consequences, 55
If through our fault he escape to the enemy?
Let come of it what may, on you I lay it.
Wherewith to execute the Emperor's purpose? 60
Say if you can. For I desire his fall,
Not his destruction.
I see as clear as you. Yet still the heart
Within my bosom beats with other feelings!
In her rough school hath steeled me. And this Illo
And Tertsky likewise, they must not survive him.
Impelled them, not the influence of the stars.
'Twas they who strewed the seeds of evil passions 70
In his calm breast, and with officious villainy
Watered and nursed the pois'nous plants. May they
Receive their earnests to the uttermost mite!
We meant to have taken them alive this evening 75
Amid the merry-making of a feast,
And kept them prisoners in the citadels.
But this makes shorter work. I go this instant
To give the necessary orders.
LINENOTES:
You 1800, 1828, 1829.
you 1800, 1828, 1829.
has been 1800, 1828, 1829.
Come of it what it may, on you I lay it. 1800, 1828, 1829.
kept] keep 1800, 1828, 1829.
Scene VII
To these enter Illo and Tertsky.
The Swedes—twelve thousand gallant warriors, Illo!
Then straightways for Vienna. Cheerily, friend!
What! meet such news with such a moody face?
Laws, and take vengeance on those worthless traitors,
Those skulking cowards that deserted us;
One has already done his bitter penance
The Piccolomini, be his the fate
Of all who wish us evil! This flies sure 10
To the old man's heart; he has his whole life long
Fretted and toiled to raise his ancient house
From a Count's title to the name of Prince;
And now must seek a grave for his only son.
And gentle temperament! The Duke himself,
'Twas easily seen, how near it went to his heart.
That never pleased me in our General—
He ever gave the preference to the Italians. 20
Yea, at this very moment, by my soul!
He'd gladly see us all dead ten times over,
Could he thereby recall his friend to life.
Is, who can fairly drink the other down— 25
Your regiment, Illo! gives the entertainment.
[775] Come! we will keep a merry carnival—
The night for once be day, and mid full glasses
Will we expect the Swedish Avantgarde.
For there's hot work before us, friends! This sword
Shall have no rest, till it be bathed to the hilt
In Austrian blood.
My Lord Field Marshal? Wherefore foam you so
Against your Emperor?
From this first victory. Bethink you, sirs!
How rapidly the wheel of Fortune turns;
The Emperor still is formidably strong.
For this King Ferdinand of Hungary 40
Is but a tyro. Galas? He's no luck,
And was of old the ruiner of armies.
And then this viper, this Octavio,
Is excellent at stabbing in the back,
But ne'er meets Friedland in the open field. 45
Fortune, we know, can ne'er forsake the Duke!
And only under Wallenstein can Austria
Be conqueror.
A mighty army, all come crowding, streaming 50
To banners dedicate by destiny
To fame and prosperous fortune. I behold
Old times come back again, he will become
Once more the mighty Lord which he has been.
How will the fools, who've now deserted him, 55
Look then? I can't but laugh to think of them,
For lands will he present to all his friends,
And like a King and Emperor reward
True services; but we've the nearest claims. [To Gordon.
You will not be forgotten, Governor! 60
He'll take you from this nest and bid you shine
In higher station: your fidelity
Well merits it.
And wish to climb no higher; where great height is
The fall must needs be great. 'Great height, great depth.' 65
The Swedes will take possession of the citadel.
Come, Tertsky, it is supper-time. What think you?
Say, shall we have the State illuminated
In honour of the Swede? And who refuses 70
To do it is a Spaniard and a traitor.
Avow himself imperial where we've rule.
Gordon! Good night, and for the last time, take 75
A fair leave of the place. Send out patroles
To make secure, the watch-word may be altered
At the stroke of ten; deliver in the keys
To the Duke himself, and then you're quit for ever
Your wardship of the gates, for on to-morrow 80
The Swedes will take possession of the citadel.
LINENOTES:
come] comes 1800, 1828, 1829.
Avow himself imperial where we've the rule. 1800, 1828, 1829.
Scene VIII
Gordon and Butler.
They rush into the outspread net of murder,
In the blind drunkenness of victory;
I have no pity for their fate. This Illo,
This overflowing and fool-hardy villain 5
That would fain bathe himself in his Emperor's blood.
Take measures for the citadel's security;
When they are within I close the castle gate
That nothing may transpire.
Nay, stop; first tell me——
To-morrow to the Swedes belongs. This night
Alone is ours. They make good expedition.
But we will make still greater. Fare you well.
I pray you, promise me!
A fateful evening doth descend upon us,
And brings on their long night! Their evil stars
Deliver them unarmed into our hands.
And from their drunken dream of golden fortunes 20
The dagger at their heart shall rouse them. Well,
The Duke was ever a great calculator;
His fellow-men were figures on his chess-board,
To move and station, as his game required.
Other men's honour, dignity, good name, 25
Did he shift like pawns, and made no conscience of it:
Still calculating, calculating still;
And yet at last his calculation proves
Erroneous; the whole game is lost; and lo!
His own life will be found among the forfeits. 30
His greatness, his munificence, think on all
The lovely features of his character,
On all the noble exploits of his life,
And let them, like an angel's arm, unseen 35
Arrest the lifted sword.
I suffer not myself to feel compassion,
Dark thoughts and bloody are my duty now: [Grasping Gordon's hand.
Gordon! 'Tis not my hatred (I pretend not
To love the Duke, and have no cause to love him) 40
Yet 'tis not now my hatred that impels me
To be his murderer. 'Tis his evil fate.
Hostile concurrences of many events
Control and subjugate me to the office.
In vain the human being meditates 45
Free action. He is but the wire-worked[777:1] puppet
Of the blind power, which out of his own choice
Creates for him a dread necessity.
What too would it avail him, if there were
[778] A something pleading for him in my heart— 50
Still I must kill him.
Follow its impulse. 'Tis the voice of God.
Think you your fortunes will grow prosperous
Bedewed with blood—his blood? Believe it not!
That the Swedes gained the victory, and hasten
With such forced marches hitherward? Fain would I
Have given him to the Emperor's mercy.—Gordon!
I do not wish his blood—But I must ransom
The honour of my word—it lies in pledge— 60
And he must die, or—— [Passionately grasping Gordon's hand.
Listen then, and know!
I am dishonoured if the Duke escape us.
A sacrifice.—Come, friend! Be noble-minded!
Our own heart, and not other men's opinions, 65
Forms our true honour.
This Duke—and I am but of mean importance.
This is what you would say? Wherein concerns it
The world at large, you mean to hint to me,
Whether the man of low extraction keeps 70
Or blemishes his honour—
So that the man of princely rank be saved.
We all do stamp our value on ourselves.
The price we challenge for ourselves is given us.
There does not live on earth the man so stationed, 75
That I despise myself compared with him.
Man is made great or little by his own will;
Because I am true to mine, therefore he dies.
Thou hadst a mother, yet no human feelings. 80
I cannot hinder you, but may some God
Rescue him from you! [Exit Gordon.
FOOTNOTES:
[777:1] We doubt the propriety of putting so blasphemous a sentiment in the mouth of any character.—T[ranslator]. 1800, 1828, 1829.
LINENOTES:
Gordon (with earnest anxiety). Oh! &c. 1800, 1828, 1829.
duty 1800, 1828, 1829.
dishonour'd 1800, 1828, 1829.
Butler (with a cold and haughty air). He is, &c. 1800, 1828, 1829.
Scene IX
The Duke has cheated me of life's best jewel,
So that I blush before this poor weak Gordon!
He prizes above all his fealty;
His conscious soul accuses him of nothing; 5
In opposition to his own soft heart
He subjugates himself to an iron duty.
Me in a weaker moment passion warped;
I stand beside him, and must feel myself
The worst man of the two. What though the world 10
Is ignorant of my purposed treason, yet
One man does know it, and can prove it too—
High-minded Piccolomini!
There lives the man who can dishonour me!
This ignominy blood alone can cleanse! 15
Duke Friedland, thou or I—Into my own hands
Fortune delivers me—The dearest thing a man has is himself.
(The curtain drops.)
LINENOTES:
One 1800, 1828, 1829.
ACT IV
Scene I
Scene—Butler's Chamber.
Butler, and Major Geraldin.
For there must be no firing——
Conceal them somewhere near the banquet-room,
And soon as the dessert is served up, rush all in
And cry—Who is loyal to the Emperor? 5
I will overturn the table—while you attack
Illo and Tertsky, and dispatch them both.
The castle-palace is well barred and guarded,
That no intelligence of this proceeding
May make its way to the Duke.—Go instantly; 10
Have you yet sent for Captain Devereux
And the Macdonald?——
Declare for him, a dizzy drunken spirit
Possesses the whole town. They see in the Duke 15
A Prince of peace, a founder of new ages
And golden times. Arms too have been given out
By the town-council, and a hundred citizens
Have volunteered themselves to stand on guard.
Dispatch then be the word. For enemies 20
Threaten us from without and from within.
Scene II
Butler, Captain Devereux, and Macdonald.
Our oath.
So easily leav'st thou thy oath and colours? 10
If you could prove a villain, why not we?
You are our General, and give out the orders;
We follow you, though the track lead to hell. 15
He has us.
Ye must remain honest and faithful soldiers.