Give me your hand upon it, that you'll be man. He is attainted, and his princely head Fair booty for each slave that trades in murder. Now he doth need the faithful eye of friendship, And those whom here I see-- Illo. [Casting suspicious looks on Illo and Butler. Go---seek for traitors In Galas', in your father's quarters. Here Is only one. Away! away! and free us From his detested sight! Away! (Max. attempts once more to approach Thekla. Wallenstein prevents him. Max. stands irresolute, and in apparent anguish. In the mean time the stage fills more and more; and the horns sound from below louder and louder, and each time after a shorter interval.) Max. Blow, blow! O were it but the Swedish trumpets, And all the naked swords which I see here, Were plunged into my breast! What purpose you? You come to tear me from this place! Beware, [The stage is entirely filled with Yet more! weight upon weight to drag me down! Think what ye're doing. It is not well done To choose a man despairing for your leader; You tear me from my happiness. Well, then, I dedicate your souls to vengeance. Mark! For your own ruin you have chosen me: Who goes with me must be prepared to perish. (He turns to the back-ground, there ensues a sudden and violent movement among the Cuirassiers; they surround him, and carry him off in wild tumult. Wallenstein re mains immoveable. Thekla sinks into her The mother's arms. The curtain falls. ACT III. SCENE I.-The Burgomaster's House at Egra. Butler. But. Here then he is, by his destiny conducted. Here, Friedland! and no farther! From Bohemia Thy meteor rose, traversed the sky awhile, And here upon the borders of Bohemia Must sink. Thou hast forsworn the ancient colours, Blind man! yet trustest to thy ancient fortunes. Profaner of the altar and the hearth, Against thy Emperor and fellow-citizens Thou mean'st to wage the war. ware Friedland, be The evil spirit of revenge impels thee-- Beware thou, that revenge destroy thee not! SCENE II. Butler and Gordon. Gor. Is it you? How my heart sinks! The Duke a fugitive traitor! His princely head attainted! O my God! But. You have received the letter which I sent you By a post-courier ?— Gor. Yes! and in obedience to it Opened the strong hold to him without scruple. For an imperial letter orders me To follow your commands implicitly. But yet forgive me; when even now I saw Into this town did Friedland make his entrance; But. As I related in my letter. "Tis all precisely 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, And which have followed him as thou hast seen. And every loyal subject is required To give him in to justice, dead or living. Gor. 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 covered pit-fall. The human being May not be trusted to self-government. The clear and written law, the deep trod footmarks Of ancient custom, are all necessary To keep him in the road of faith and duty. It placed him on a level with his Emperor, me; I mourn for him! for where he fell, I deem Have ne'er experienced, cannot calculate, What dangerous wishes such a height may breed In the heart of such a man. But. Spare your laments Till he need sympathy; for at this present He is still mighty, and still formidable. The Swedes advance to Egra by forced marches, And quickly will the junction be accomplished. This must not be! The Duke must never leave This strong hold on free footing; for I have Pledged life and honour here to hold him prisoner, And your assistance 'tis on which I calculate. Gor. O that I had not lived to see this day! From his hand I received this dignity, He did himself entrust this strong hold to me, |