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Wallenstein, Duke of Friedland, Generalissimo of the Imperial Forces

in the thirty years war.
Octavio Piccolomini, Lieutenant General.
Max. Piccolomini, his Son, Colonel of a Regiment of Cuirassiers.
Count Tertsky, the Commander of several regiments, and Brother

in-law of Wallenstein.
Illo, Field Marshal, Wallenstein's Confidant.
Isolani, General of the Croats.
Butler, an Irishman, Commander of a Regiment of Dragoons.
Don Maradas,

Generals ander Wallenstein.


Neumann, Captain of Cavalry, Aide-de-camp to Tertsky.
The War Commissioner Von Questenberg, Imperial Envoy.
General Wrangel, Swedish envoy.
Baptisia Seni, Astrologer.

Duchess of Friedland, Wife of Wallenstein,
Thekla, her daughter, Princess of Friedland.
The Countess Tertsky, sister of the Duchess.

A Cornet.
Several Colonels and Generals.
Pages and Attendants belonging to Wallenstein.
Attendants and Hoboists belonging to Tertsky.
The Master of the Cellar to Count Tertsky.
Valet de Chambre of Count Piccolomini.



Scene I.-- An old gothic chamber in the Council house at

Pilsen, decorated with colours and other war insignia.

Illo, with Butler and Isolani.

Illo. Ye have come late—but ye are come! The

Count Isolan, excuses your delay.

Iso. Add this too, that we come not empty handed.
At Donauwert * it was reported to us,
A Swedish caravan was on it's way,
Transporting a rich cargo of provision,
Almost six hundred waggons. This my Croats
Plunged down upon and seized, this weighty prize !
We bring it hither-

Just in time to baquet The illustrious company assembled here.

But. 'Tis all alive! a stirring scene here !

The very churches are full of soldiers.

(Casts his eye round.)
And in the Council-house too, I observe,
You're settled, quite at home! Well, well! we soldiers
Must shift and suit us in what way we can.


* A town about twelve German miles N. E. of Ulm.

Illo. We have the Colonels here of thirty regiments.
You'll find Count Tertsky here, and Tiefenbach,
Kolatto, Goetz, Maradas, Hinnersam,
The Piccolomini, both son and father-
You'll meet with many an unexpected greeting
From many an old friend and acquaintance. Only
Galas is wanting still, and Altringer.

But. Expect not Galas.
Illo. (hesitating). How so ? Do you know

Iso. (interrupting him)
Max. Piccolomini here?-O bring me to him.
I see him yet, ('tis now ten years ago,
We were engaged with Mansfeld hard by Dessau)
I see the youth, in my mind's eye I see him,
Leap his black war-horse from the bridge adown,
And t'ward his father, then in extreme peril,
Beat up against the strong tide of the Elbe.
The down was scarce upon his chin! I hear
He has made good the promise of his youth,
And the full hero now is finish'd in him.

Illo. You'll see him yet ere evening. He conducts
The Duchess Friedland hither, and the Princess *
From Carnthen. We expect them here at noon.
But. Both wife and daughter does the Duke call

He crowds in visitants from all sides.

So much the better! I had fram'd my mind
To hear of naught but warlike circumstance,
Of marches, and attacks, and batteries :
And lo! the Duke provides, that something too

* The Dukes in Germany being always reigning powers, their sons and daughters are entitled Princes and Princesses.

Of gentler sort, and lovely, should be present
To feast our eyes.
Illo. (who has been standing in the attitude of medita-

tion, to Butler, whom he leads a little on one side.)

And how came you to know That the Count Galas joins us not ? But.

Because He importun’d me to remain behind. Illo. (with warmth) And you ?-You hold out firmly? (Grasping his hand with affeclion.)

Noble Butler ! But. After the obligation which the Duke Had lay'd so newly on meIllo.

I had forgotten
A pleasant duty-Major General,
I wish you joy!

Iso. What, you mean, of his regiment ?
I hear, too, that, to make the gift still sweeter,
The Duke has given him the very same
In which he first saw service, and since then,
Work'd himself, step by step, thro' each preferment,
From the ranks upwards. And verily, it gives
A precedent of hope, a spur of action
To the whole corps, if once in their remembrance
An old deserving soldier makes his way.

But. I am perplexed and doubtful, whether or no
'I dare accept this your congratulation.
The Emperor has not yet confirm'd th' appointment.

Iso. Seize it, friend! Seize it! The hand which in

that post

Plac'd you, is strong enough to keep you there,
Spite of the Emperor and his Ministers !

Illo. Ay, if we would but so consider it !-
If we would all of us consider it so!

The Emperor gives us nothing; from the Duke
Comes all-whate'er we hope, whate'er we have.

Iso. (to Illo) My noble brother! did I tell you how
The Duke will satisfy my creditors ?
Will be himself my banker for the future,
Make me once more a creditable man !.
And this is now the third time, think of that!
This kingly-minded man has rescued me
From absolute ruin, and restor'd my honour.

Illo. O that his power but kept pace with his wishes !
Why, friend! he'd give the whole world to his soldiers.
But at Vienna, brother!—there's the grievance !
What politic schemes do they not lay to shorten
His arm, and, where they can, to clip his pinions.
Then these new dainty requisitions ! these,
Which this same Questenberg brings hither !-

These requisitions of the Emperor-
I too have heard about them; but I hope
The Duke will not draw back a single inch!

Illo. Not from his right most surely, unless first
-From office!
But. (shocked and confused) Know you aught then ?

You alarm me. Iso. (at the same time with Butler, and in a hurrying

voice.) We should be ruin'd, every one of us ! Illo

No more ! Yonder I see our worthy friend* approaching With the Lieutenant-General, Piccolomini. But. (shaking his head significantly) I fear we shall


not go hence as we came.

* Spoken with a sneer.

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