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Gro. of the Cham.

Help!
Murder !

But. Down with him !
Gro. of the Cham. (run through the body by Dev-

ereux, falls at the entrance of the gallery).

Jesus Maria!
But. Burst the doors open.

[They rush over the body into the gallery_two

doors are heard to crash one after the other -voices deadened by the distance-clash of armsthen all at once a profound silence.

SCENE VI.

Coun. Ter. (with a light). Her bed-chamber is

empty; she herself Is nowhere to be found! The Neubrunn too, Who watch'd by her, is missing. If she should Be flown-But whither flown? We must call up Every soul in the house. How will the Duke Bear up against these worst bad tidings? O If that my husband now were but return'd Home from the banquet: Hark! I wonder wbether The Duke is still awake! I thought I heard Voices and tread of feet here! I will go And listen at the door. Hark! What is that? 'Tis hastening up the steps !

SCENE VII.

COUNTESS, GORDON.
Gor. (rushes in out of breath). 'Tis a mistake,
'Tis not the Swedes—Ye must proceed no further
Butler! O God! Where is he?

[Then observing the Countess. Countess ! Saya

Coun. You are come then from the Castle? Where's

my husband ? Gor. (in an agony of affright). Your husband !

Ask not !-To the Duke-
Coun.

Not till
You have discover'd to me
Gor.

On this moment
Does the world hang. For God's sake! to the Duke.
While we are speaking-

[Calling loudly.

Butler! Butler! God ! Coun. Why, he is at the Castle with my

husband ! [Butler comes from the gallery. Gor. 'Twas a mistake-'Tis not the Swedes-It is The Imperialist's Lieutenant-General Has sent me hither, will be here himself Instantly.—You must not proceed. But.

He comes Too late.

[Gordon dashes himself against the wall. Gor.

O God of mercy ! Coun.

What too late? Who will be here himself? Octavio In Egra ? Treason ! Treason! Where's the Duke?

[She rushes to the gallery.

SCENE VIII.

SERVANTS run across the stage full of terror. The

whole scene must be spoken entirely without pauses.
Seni. (from the gallery). O bloody frightful deed !
Coun. What is it, Seni?
Page. (from the gallery). O piteous signt!

[Other servants hasten in with torches Coun. What is it? For God's sake!

Seni.

And do you ask? Within the Duke lies murder'd-and your husband Assassinated at the Castle.

[The Countess stands motionless, Fem. Ser. (rushing across the stage). Help! Help!

the Duchess ! Burg. (enters). What meant these confus'd Loud cries, that wake the sleepers of this house?

Gor. Your house is curs'd to all eternity.
In your house doth the Duke lie murdered.

Burg. (rushing out). Heaven forbid !
First Ser. Fly! fly! they murder us all !
Second Ser. (carrying silver plate).

That way!
The lower
Passages are block'd up.
Voice. (from behind the scene). Make room for

the Lieutenant-General ! [At these words the Countess starts from her

stupor, collects herself, and retires suddenly. Voices. (from behind the scene). Keep back the

people! Guard the door.

SCENE IX.

To these enter OCTAVIO PICCOLOMINI with all his

train. At the same time DEVEREUX and MACDONALD enter from the Corridor with the HALBERDIERS. WALLENSTEIN's deud body is carried over the back part of the stuge, wrapped in a piece of crimson tapestry.

Oct. (entering abruptly). It must not be! It is not

possible! Butler ! Gordon ! I'll not believe it. Say not

Gor. (without answering, points with his hand to

the body of Wallenstein as it is carried over the back of the stage. Octavio looks that

way, and stands overpowered with horror). Dev. (to Butler). Here is the golden fleece—the

Duke's swordMacd. Is it your order ? But. (pointing to Octavio). Here stands he

who now Hath the sole power to issue orders.

[Devereux and Macdonald retire with marks

of obesiance. One drops away after the other, till only Butler, Octavio, and Gordon

remain on the stage. Oct. (turning to Butler). Was that my purpose,

Butler, when we parted ?
O God of Justice !
To thee I lift my hand! I am not guilty
Of this foul deed.
But.

Your hand is pure. You have
Avail'd yourself of mine.
Oct.

Merciless man !
Thus to abuse the orders of thy lord-
And stain thy Emperor's holy name with murder,
With bloody, most accurs'd assassination ?
But. (calmly). I've but fulfilld the Emperor's own

sentence.
Oct. O curse of kings,
Infusing a dread life into their words,
And linking to the sudden transcient thought
The unchangeable, irrevocable deed.
Was there necessity for such an eager
Despatch ? Could'st thou not grant the merciful
A time for mercy ? Time is man's good angel.
To leave no interval between the sentence,

And the fulfilment of it, doth beseem
God only, the immutable !
But.

For what
Rail you against me? What is my offence ?
The empire from a fearful enemy
Have I deliver'd, and expect reward.
The single difference betwixt you and me
Is this : you plac’d the arrow in the bow;
I pulld the string. You sow'd blood, and yet stand
Astonish'd that blood is come up. I always
Knew what I did, and therefore no result
Hath power to frighten or surprise my spirit;
Have you aught else to order ; for this instant
I make my best speed to Vienna; place
My bleeding sword before my Emperor's throne,
And hope to gain the applause which undelaying
And punctual obedience may demand
From a just judge.

[Exit Butler.

SCENE X.

To these enter the COUNTESS TERSTKY, pale and

disordered. Her utterance is slow and feeble, and unimpassion'd.

Oct. (meeting her). O Countess Tertsky! These

are results
Of luckless unblest deeds.
Coun.

They are the fruits
Of your contrivances. The Duke is dead,
My husband too is dead, the Duchess struggles
In the pangs of death, my niece has disappear'd.
This house of splendour, and of princely glory,
Doth now stand desolated : the affrighted servants

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