Max. O woe is me! sure I have changed my nature. How comes suspicion here-in the free soul? Hope, confidence, belief, are gone; for all Lied to me, all what I e'er loved or honoured. No! No! Not all! She-she yet lives for me, And she is true, and open as the heavens! Oct. Max.!-we will go together. Twill be better. Max. What? ere I've taken a last parting leave, The very last-no, never! Oct. The pang of necessary separation. Spare thyself (Attempts to take him with him.) Come with me! Come, my son! Max. No! as sure as God lives, no! Oct. (more urgently). Come with me, I command thee! I thy father. Max. Command me what is human. I stay here. Laws to the heart! and would'st thou wish to rob me With stealthy coward flight forsake her? No! Of comfort, plaining, loose this pang of death! Oct. Thou wilt not tear thyself away; thou canst not. O, come, my son! I bid thee save thy virtue. Max. Squander not thou thy words in vain. The heart I follow, for I dare trust to it. Oct. (trembling and losing all self-command). Max.! Max.: if that most damned thing could be, If thou-my son-my own blood-(dare I think it) Do sell thyself to him, the infamous, Do stamp this brand upon our noble house, Then shall the world behold the horrible deed, Of the son trickle with the father's blood. Max. O hadst thou always better thought of men, Thou hadst then acted better. Curst suspicion Unholy miserable doubt! To him Nothing on earth remains unwrenched and firm, Will it be always in thy power to follow it? Max. The heart's voice thou hast not o'erpower'd-as little Will Wallenstein be able to o'erpower it. Oct. O, Max.! I see thee never more again! Max. Unworthy of thee wilt thou never see me. Max. Oct. Farewell! How? not one look Of filial love? No grasp of th' hand at parting? It is a bloody war, to which we are going, Is it then true, I have a son no longer? (MAX. falls into his arms; they hold each other for a long time in a speechless embrace, then go away at different sides.) The Curtain drops. L THE DEATH OF WALLENSTEIN. A TRAGEDY IN FIVE ACTS. DRAMATIS PERSONE WALLENSTEIN, Duke of Friedland, Generalissimo of the DUCHESS OF FRIEDLAND, Wife of Wallenstein. THE COUNTESS TERTSKY, Sister of the Duchess. LADY NEUBRUNN. OCTAVIO PICCOLOMINI, Lieutenant-General. MAX. PICCOLOMINI, his Son, Colonel of a Regiment of Cui rassiers. COUNT TERTSKY, the Commander of several Regiments, and Brother-in-Law of Wallenstein. ILLO, Field-Marshal, Wallenstein's Confidant. BUTLER, an Irishman, Commander of a Regiment of Dragoons. GORDON, Governor of Egra. MAJOR GERALDIN. CAPTAIN DEVEREUX. CAPTAIN MACDONALD. NEUMANN, Captain of Cavalry, Aide-de-Camp to Tertsky. SWEDISH CAPTAIN. SENI. BURGOMASTER of Egra. ANSPESSADE of the Cuirassiers. GROOM OF THE CHAMBER,} belonging to the Duko. A PAGE, Cuirassiers, Dragoons, Servants, SCENE I-A Chamber in the House of the DUCHESS OF FRIED- (The two latter sit at the same table at work.) Coun. (watching them from the opposite side). So you have nothing niece, to ask me? Nothing? I have been waiting for a word from you. And could you then endure in all this time Not once to speak his name? (THEKLA remaining silent, the COUNTESS rises and advances to her.) Perhaps I am already grown superfluous, Why comes this? And other ways exist, besides through me? Confess it to me, Thekla! have you seen him? Thek. To-day and yesterday I have not seen him. Coun. And not heard from him either? Come, be open! Coun. Thek. I am. And still you are so calm ? Coun. May't please you, leave us, Lady Neubrunn : (Exit LADY NEUERUNN SCENE II. The COUNTESS, THEKLA. Coun. It does not please me, Princess! that he holds Himself so still, exactly at this time, He now knows all. Thek. Exactly at this time? Coun. "Twere now the moment to declare himself. Thek. If I'm to understand you, speak less darkly. Coun. "Twas for that purpose that I bade her leave us. Thekla, you are no more a child. Your heart Is now no more in nonage: for you love, And boldness dwells with love-that you have proved. Your nature moulds itself upon your father's More than your mother's spirit. Therefore may you Thek. Enough! no further preface, I entreat you. It is not possible that it should torture me Name it, I entreat you. Thek. A weighty service Coun. Max. Piccolomini loves you. You can link him Indissolubly to your father. What need of me for that? And is he not Already linked to him? Coun. Thek. He was. And wherefore Should he not be so now-not be so always? Not more than duty Proofs of his love, and not proofs of his honour. Duty and honour! Those are ambiguous words with many meanings. You should interpret them for him his love Should be the sole definer of his honour. Coun. Coun. He must not lay the sword aside, we mean · |