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We in the field here gave our cares and toils No! 'twas not so intended, that my business
which he breaks open hurryingly. Has done her part, and out of her free grace
COUNTESS (to Max.). Hath she bestow'd on the beloved child
Remunerate your trouble! For his joy The godlike; and now leads her thus adorn'd
He makes you recompense. 'Tis not unfitting
For you, Count Piccolomini, to feel
So tenderly—my brother it beseems
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.
O yes, yes, mother!
And making happy.
[He grasps the hand of the DUCHESS with still inSo long within me!
How my heart pours out
Its all of thanks to him! 0! how I seem
[Then after a pause. To utter all things in the dear name Friedland. I was indignant at ' my destiny,
While I shall live, so long will I remain
The captive of this name : in it shall bloom
Inextricably as in some magic ring
In this name hath my destiny charm-bound me! I wrong'd my destiny. Here upon this head, COUNTESS (who during this time has been anriousy So lovely in its maiden bloom, will I
watching the DUKE, and remarks that he is lost in Let fall the garland of a life of war,
thought over the letters). Nor deem it lost, if only I can wreath it,
My brother wishes us to leave him. Come. Transmitted to a regal ornament,
WALLENSTEIN (turns himself round quick, collects him Around these beauteous brows.
self, and speaks with cheerfulness to the DUCHESS), [He clasps her in his arms as PiccoLOMINI enters. Once more I bid thee welcome to the camp.
Thou art the hostess of this court. You, Mar.,
While we perform the sovereign's business here.
[Max. PiccoLONINI offers the Duchess his arm; the
Countess accompanies the PRINCESS.
TERTSKY (calling afler him).
Max., we depend on seeing you at the meeting.
WALLENSTEIN, COUNT TERTSKY.
WALLENSTEIN (in deep thought to himself).
She hath seen all things as they are—It is so,
They have determined finally in Vienna,
Have given me my successor already; I but the instrument. This day thou hast bound
It is the king of Hungary, Ferdinand, The father to thee, Max.! the fortunate father,
The Emperor's delicate son! he's now their savior, And this debt Friedland's self must pay.
He's the new star that's rising now! Of us
They think themselves already fairly rid,
My prince ! And as we were deceased, the heir already You made no common hurry to transfer it. Is entering on possession-Therefore-dispatch! I come with shame: yea, not without a pang !
[As he turns round he observes TERTSKY, and giões For scarce have I arrived here, scarce deliver'd
him a letter. The mother and the daughter to your arms,
Count Altringer will have himself excused, But there is brought to me from your equerry
And Galas too I like not this! A splendid richly-plated hunting-dress
TERTSKY. So to remunerate me for my troubles
And if Yes, yes, remunerate me! Since a trouble Thou loiterest longer, all will fall away, It must be, a mere office, not a favor
One following the other. Which I leapt forward to receive, and which
WALLENSTEIN. I came already with full heart to thank you for.
Is master of the Tyrol passes. I must forthwith Had you meant nothing further than to gull him Send some one to him, that he let not in
For the Emperor's service. The Spaniards on me from the Milanese.
WALLENSTEIN (after a pause, during which he -Well, and the old Sesin, that ancient trader
looks narrowly on TERTSKY). In contraband negotiations, he
And from whence dost thou know Has shown himself again of late. What brings he That I'm not gulling him for the Emperor's service ? From the Count Thur?
Whence knowest thou that I'm not gulling all of you? TERTSKY.
Dost thou know me so well? When made I thee The Count communicates, The intendant of my secret purposes ? He has found out the Swedish charcellor
I am not conscious that I ever open'd
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 He says, you are never in earnest in your speeches;
So hast thou always play'd thy game with us.
[Enter ILLO. WALLENSTEIN.
So then, doubtless,
ILLO, WALLENSTEIN, TERTSKY.
They know about the Emperor's requisitions,
And are tumultuous.
How hath Isolan
He's yours, both soul and body, Never shall it be said of me, I parcell'd
Since you built up again his Faro-bank.
And which way doth Kolatto bend ? Hast thou My own share of the plunder-Never! never!
Made sure of Tiefenbach and Deodate?
What Piccolomini does, that they do too.
You mean, then, I may venture somewhat with them?
-If you are assured of the Piccolomini.
Not more assured of mine own self.
I would you trusted not so much to Octavio,
Thou teachest me to know my man?
We both are born beneath like stars-in short, Passes through me. I have not even your hand
[With an air of mystery. writing.
To this belongs its own particular aspect,
If therefore thou canst warrant me the rest
There is among them all but this one voice, But how can it be known that you're in eamest,
You must not lay down the command. I hear If the act follows not upon the word ?
They mean to send a deputation to you. You must yourself acknowledge, that in all
WALLENSTEIN. Your intercourses hitherto with the enemy,
If I'm in anght to bind myself to them, You might have done with safety all you have done, They tou must bind themselves to me.
Of each man with the whole. He who to day Of course.
Forgets himself, forced onward with the stream,
Will become sober, seeing but himself,
Will face about, and march on in the old
High road of duty, the old broad trodden road, ILLO.
And seek but to make shelter in good plight.
The time is not yet come.
So you say always. With this reserve
But when will it be time?
When I shall say it.
You'll wait upon the stars, and on their hours, thought has struck me.
Till the earthly hour escapes you. O, believe me, Does not Count Tertsky give us a set banquet
In your own bosom are your destiny's stars.
Confidence in yourself, prompt resolution,
This is your Venus! and the soul malignant,
The only one that harmeth you, is Doubt.
Thou speakest as thou understand'st. How oft Commission me to use my own discretion?
And many a time I've told thee, Jupiter, I'll gain for you the Generals' words of honor,
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 that subterrestrial, who with wan,
Lead-color'd shine lighted thee into life.
With serviceable cunning knit together
The nearest with the nearest; and therein That all the leaders who are present here
I trust thee and believe thee! but whate'er Give themselves up to you, without condition;
Full of mysterious import Nature weaves Say, will you then—then will you show yourself
And fashions in the depths—the spirit's ladder, In earnest, and with some decisive action Make trial of your luck ?
That from this gross and visible world of dust
Even to the starry world, with thousand rounds, WALLENSTEIN.
Builds itself up; on which the unseen powers The signatures !
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,
[He walks across the chamber, then returns, and To make a great decision possible,
standing still, proceeds. 0! many things, all transient and all rapid,
The heavenly constellations make not merely Must meet at once : and, haply, they thus met
The day and nights, summer and spring, not merely May by that confluence be enforced to pause
Signify to the husbandman the seasons
Of sowing and of harvest. Human action,
That is the seed too of contingencies, This is that moment. See, our army chieftains,
Strew'd on the dark land of futurity
In hopes to reconcile the powers of fate.
Whence it behoves us to seek out the seed-time, tune
And trace with searching eye the heavenly houses, Hath woven together in one potent web
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.
My Lords, the Generals. Particular anxieties and interests
WALLENSTEIN. Scatters their spirit, and the sympathy
Let them come in.
In vain his supplication! At this moment
The Duke hears only his old hate and grudge,
Barters the general good to gratify WALLENSTEIN, TERTSKY, ILLO.—To them enter QUES- Private revenge and so falls Regenspurg: TENBERG, OCTAVIO and Max. PICCOLOMINI, BUT
WALLENSTEIN. LER, ISOLANI, MARADAS, and three other Generals
. Mar., to what period of the war alludes he ? WALLENSTEIN motions QUESTENBERG, who in consequence takes the chair directly opposite to him; the My recollection fails me here! whers follow, arranging themselves according to
MAX. their rank. There reigns a momentary silence.
When we were in Silesia.
Ay! is it 80 ?
But what had we to do there?
To beat out
In that description which the Minister gave
I am ready
I seem'd to have forgotten the whole war.
[To QUESTENBERG. And all these noble Chiesains, to consider,
, but proceed a little. The Imperial dignity and sovereign right Speaks from my mouth, and not my own presumption.
Yes; 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 Emperor to his courageous armies
The righteousness of Heaven to his avenger
And kindler of this war, Matthias Thur.
And with rich presents did the Duke dismiss
The arch-foe of his Emperor.
I know you had already in Vienna
Your windows and balconies all forestallid
To see him on the executioner's cart.
I might have lost the battle, lost it too Here finally, before the eye of Nürnberg,
With infamy, and still retain'd your graces
But, to have cheated them of n spectacle,
Oh! that the good folks of Vienna never,
No, never can forgive me!
So Silesia In Nürnberg's camp the Swedish monarch left
Was freed, and all things loudly call’d the Duke His fame-in Lützen's plains his life. But who
Into Bavaria, now press'd 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 And vanish'd from the theatre of war;
He hath once seen the enemy, faces round, While the young Weimar hero forced his way
Breaks up the march, and takes to winter-quarters. Into Franconia, to the Danube, like Some delving winter-stream, which, where it rushes, Makes its own channel; with such sudden speed The troops were pitiably destitute He march'd, and now at once 'fore Regenspurg Of every necessary, every comfort. Stood to the affright of all good Catholic Christians. The winter came. What thinks his Majesty Then did Bavaria's well-deserving Prince
His troops are made of? A n't we men ? subjected
O miserable lot of the poor soldier!
And when he goes away, the general curse Where as the sovereign lord he can command. Follows him on his route. All must be seized,
Nothing is given him. And compellid to seize That without pretexts of delay the army
In this season ? How long the soldiers' pay is in arrears.
And to what quarter wills the Emperor
That we direct our course?
To the enemy.
His Majesty resolves, that Regensburg
Be purified from the enemy ere Easter,
That Lutheranism may be no longer preach'd
In that cathedral, nor heretical
Defilement desecrate the celebration
Of that pure festival.
Can this be realized ?
'Tis not possible.
It can't be realized. Of his own purse no doit. Through Saxony
What did Suys ? And Albrecht Wallenstein, it was the title
That which his duty prompted. He advanced ! At Regensburg, there, there the whole broke out,
With my authority ? Is this the obedience
Due to my office, which being thrown aside, And let the Princes of the empire pay
No war can be conducted ? Chieftains, speak. The expenses of this war, that aggrandizes You be the judges, generals! What deserves The Emperor alone-What thanks had I ?
That officer, who of his oath neglectful
remained silent, and seemingly scrupulous). In that disastrous Diet.
Count Piccolomini! what has he deserved ?
MAX. PICCOLOMINI (after a long pause).
According to the letter of the law,
Death, by the laws of war.
[QUESTENBERG rises from his seat, WALLENSTEIN For the common weal, the universal interest,
follows ; all the rest rise. And no more for that one man's aggrandizement!
WALLENSTEIN. But to the point. What is it that's desired of me?
To this the law condemns him, and not I.
And if I show him favor, 't will arise
From the reverence that I owe my Emperor. First, his Imperial Majesty hath will'd
If so, I can say nothing further-here! * The original is not translatable into English; -Und sein Sold
I accepted the command but on conditions: Muss der Soldaten werden, darnach heisst er.
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. But a false or doubtful etymology is no more than a dull pun. If I stand warranter of the event,