The Duke himself, my scruples recommenced. For truly, not like an attainted man,
Into this town did Friedland make his entrance; His wonted majesty beam'd from his brow, And calm, as in the days when all was right, Did he receive from me the accounts of office. 'Tis said, that fallen pride learns condescension: But sparing and with dignity the Duke Weigh'd every syllable of approbation, As masters praise a servant who has done His duty, and no more.
"Tis all precisely
As I related in my letter. Friedland
Has sold the army to the enemy,
And pledged himself to give up Prague and Egra. On this report the regiments all forsook him, The five excepted that belong to Tertsky,
And which have follow'd him, as thou hast seen. The sentence of attainder is pass'd on him, And every loyal subject is required
To give him in to justice, dead or living.
A traitor to the Emperor-Such a noble!
Of such high talents! What is human greatness? I often said, this can't end happily.
His might, his greatness, and this obscure power Are but a cover'd pit-fall. The human being May not be trusted to self-government.
The clear and written law, the deep-trod foot-marks Of ancient custom, are all necessary
To keep him in the road of faith and duty. The authority intrusted to this man
Was unexampled and unnatural.
It placed him on a level with his Emperor,
Till the proud soul unlearn'd submission. Woe is me;
I mourn for him! for where he fell, I deem
Might none stand firm. Alas! dear General,
We in our lucky mediocrity
Have ne'er experienced, cannot calculate, What dangerous wishes such a height may breed In the heart of such a man.
Say, then, will you fulfil the attainder on him? GORDON (pauses reflecting-then as in deep dejection). If it be so-if all be as you say-
If he 've betray'd the Emperor, his master, The strong-holds of the country to the enemy- Have sold the troops, have purposed to deliver Yea, truly-there is no redemption for him! Yet it is hard, that me the lot should destine To be the instrument of his perdition; For we were pages at the court of Bergau At the same period; but I was the senior.
"Tis full thirty years since then. A youth who scarce had seen his twentieth year Was Wallenstein, when he and I were friends: Yet even then he had a daring soul:
His frame of mind was serious and severe Beyond his years: his dreams were of great objects. He walk'd amidst us of a silent spirit, Communing with himself; yet I have known him Transported on a sudden into utterance Of strange conceptions; kindling into splendor His soul reveal'd itself, and he spake so That we look'd round perplex'd upon each other, Not knowing whether it were craziness, Or whether it were a god that spoke in him.
I will relieve you. Tell me,
There are some Protestants among you still? [The BURGOMASTER hesitates. Yes, yes; I know it. Many lie conceal'd Within these walls-Confess now-you yourself- [Fixes his eye on him. The BURGOMASTER alarmed. Be not alarm'd. I hate the Jesuits. Could my will have determined it, they had Been long ago expell'd the empire. Trust me— Mass-book or Bible-'tis all one to me. Of that the world has had sufficient proof. I built a church for the reform'd in Glogau At my own instance. Harkye, Burgomaster! What is your name?
Pachhalbel, may it please you.
Two additional batteries I caused to be run up. They were needed. The Rhinegrave presses hard upon us, General!
But let it go no further, what I now
Disclose to you in confidence.
To these enter COUNT TERTSKY. TERTSKY.
[Laying his hand on the BURGOMASTER's shoulder Joy, General; joy! I bring you welcome tidings.
with a certain solemnity.
Draw near to their fulfilment, Burgomaster! The high will fall, the low will be exalted. Harkye! But keep it to yourself! The end
Approaches of the Spanish double monarchyA new arrangement is at hand. You saw
There has been an engagement At Neustadt; the Swedes gain'd the victory.
The three moons that appear'd at once in the Heaven. From whence did you receive the intelligence?
From the Rhinegrave. And what he brings I can announce to you Beforehand. Seven leagues distant are the Swedes; 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,
Soon the numbers would disarm us,
It were to be fear'd.
BUTLER (after a pause).
Know, I am warranty for the event; With my head have I pledged myself for his, Must make my word good, cost it what it will, And if alive we cannot hold him prisoner, Why-death makes all things certain!
[WALLENSTEIN shudders and turns pale. Either you or I. This morning was his last.
Were left dead on the field.
WALLENSTEIN (after a pause, in a low voice). Where is the messenger? Conduct me to him. [WALLENSTEIN is going, when LADY NEUBRUNN rushes into the room. Some Servants follow her, and run across the stage.
ILLO and TERTSKY (at the same time). What now?
You would assassinate him.
Who leans with his whole confidence upon you!
Such is his evil destiny!
The sacred person of your General!
Does she know it? My General he has been. NEUBRUNN (at the same time with them). She is dying! [Hurries off the stage, when WALLEN-
STEIN and TERTSKY follow her. An "has been" washes out no villany. And without judgment pass'd?
The Emperor has soldiers, no commander, For this King Ferdinand of Hungary 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.
Trust me, my friends, it cannot but succeed; Fortune, we know, can ne'er forsake the Duke! And only under Wallenstein can Austria Be conqueror.
The Duke will soon assemble
A mighty army: all comes crowding, streaming 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, 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! He'll take you from this nest, and bid you shine In higher station: your fidelity Well merits it.
What! we are masters here; no soul shall dare Avow himself imperial where we've the rule. Gordon! good night, and for the last time, take A fair leave of the place. Send out patrols To make secure, the watch-word may be alter'd At the stroke of ten; deliver in the keys To the Duke himself, and then you've quit for ever Your wardship of the gates, for on to-morrow The Swedes will take possession of the citadel. TERTSKY (as he is going, to BUTLER). You come, though, to the castle?
The sun has set; A fateful evening doth descend upon us, And brings on their long night! Their evil stars Deliver them unarm'd into our hands,
And from their drunken dream of golden fortunes 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 honor, dignity, good name,
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.
O think not of his errors now; remember 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 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), 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
Free action. He is but the wire-work'd* 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 A something pleading for him in my heart- Still I must kill him.
If your heart speak to you, Follow its impulse. "Tis the voice of God. Think you your fortunes will grow prosperous Bedew'd with blood-his blood? Believe it not!
• We doubt the propriety of putting so blasphemous a sentiment in the mouth of any character. T.
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