Ques. To supplicate? Nay, noble 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. Whom there was nothing to delay from pressing Iso. (steps up to them.) Yes, yes, 'tis comprehensible enough, Wherefore with your commission of to-day You were not all too willing to remember Ques. Why not, Count Isolan? No contradiction sure exists between them. The sole reward of all our hard-won victories. Ques. Unless that wretched land be doom'd to suffer Only a change of evils, it must be Freed from the scourge alike of friend and foe. Illo. What? 'Twas a favourable year; the Boors Can answer fresh demands already. Ques. Nay, If you discourse of herds and meadow-grounds Iso. The war maintains the war. Are the Boors ruin'd, The Emperor gains so many more new soldiers. Ques. And is the poorer by even so many subjects. Iso. Poh! We are all his subjects. Ques. Yet with a difference, General! The one fill With profitable industry the purse, The others are well skill'd to empty it. The sword has made the Emperor poor; the plough Must reinvigorate his resources. Iso. Sure! Times are not yet so bad. Methinks I see (examining with his eye the dress and ornament of Questenberg) Good store of gold that still remains uncoin'd. Ques. 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 BohemiansThose minions of court favour, those court harpies, Who fatten on the wrecks of citizens Driven from their house and home-who reap no har vests 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 ! But. 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 dog's hunger-they, forsooth, Would pare the soldier's bread, and cross his reckoning! Iso. My life long will it anger me to think, Ques. Yes, yes! your travelling bills soon found their way to us : Too well I know we have still accounts to settle. Illo. War is a violent trade; one cannot always If we should wait till you, in solemn council, 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. ture 'Tis man's na To make the best of a bad thing once past. Ques. Ay, doubtless, it is true; the Duke does spare us The troublesome task of choosing. But. But how the Emperor feels for us, we see. Ques. His cares and feelings all ranks share alike, Nor will he offer one up to another. Iso. And therefore thursts he us into the deserts, As beasts of prey, that so he may preserve His dear sheep fattening in his fields at home. Ques. (with a sneer) Count, this comparison you make, not I. But. Why, were we all the Court supposes us, "Twere dangerous, sure, to give us liberty. Ques. You have taken liberty-it was not given you. And therefore it becomes an urgent duty To rein it in with curbs. Oct. (interposing and addressing Questenberg). My noble friend, This is no more than a remembrancing That you are now in camp, and among warriors. Could he act daringly, unless he dar'd Talk even so? One runs into the other. The boldness of this worthy officer, (pointing to Butler.) Which now has but mistaken in its mark, Preserv'd when nought 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 ! L Illo. The sentries are saluting them: this signal Announces the arrival of the Duchess. Oct. (to Questenberg.) Then my son Max. too has return'd. 'Twas he Fetch'd and attended them from Carnthen hither. Iso. (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. Ques. (with signs of aversion and astonishment). What have I not been forc'd to hear Octavio! What sentiments! what fierce, uncurb'd defiance! And where this spirit universal— Oct. Hm ! You are now acquainted with three-fourths of the army. Ques. 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 The passionate workings of his ill intentions. The evil spirit in him. Ques. (walking up and down in evident disquiet.) O! this is worse, far worse, than we had suffer'd |