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Of such a distant, distant time, and not
Max. (turning round to him quick and vehement)
you ! Even as I love what's virtuous, hate I you. And here make I this vow, here pledge myself; My blood shall spurt out for this Wallenstein, And my heart drain off, drop by drop, ere ye Shall revel and dance jubilee o'er his ruin. [Exit.
Questenberg, Octavio Piccolomini.
Ques. Alas, alas ! and stands it so?
(then in pressing and impatient tone) What, friend ! and do we let him go away In this delusion-let him go away?
Not call him back immediately, not open
He has now open'd mine,
What is it?
But why so ? What is it?
(draws Questenberg on with him) Ques. What now? Where go you then ? Oct.
To her herself.
Duke. Come, let us go.—'Tis done, 'tis done!
Ques. Nay, but explain yourself.
Oct. And that I should not
Ques. But what's too late ? Bethink yourself, my friend,
close upon the hour Which he appointed you for audience. Come! A curse, a threefold curse, upon this journey!
(He leads Questenberg off.)
Changes to a spacious chamber in the house of the Duke of
Friedland.-Servants employed in putting the tables and chairs in order. During this enters Seni, like an old Italian doctor, in black, and clothed somewhat fantastically. He carries a white staff, with which he marks out the quarters of the heaven.
1st. Ser. Come-to it lads, to it! Make an end of it. I hear the sentry call out, “ Stand to your arms !” They will be there in a minute.
2nd. Ser. Why were we not told before that the audience would be held here ? Nothing prepared—no orders-no instructions
3rd. Ser. Ay, and why was the balcony-chamber countermanded ; that with the great worked carpet ?-there one can look about one.
1st. Ser. Nay, that you must ask the mathematician there. He says it is an unlucky chamber.
2nd. Ser. Poh! stuff and nonsense ! That's what I call a hum. A chamber is a chamber; what much can the place signify in the affair ? Seni (with gravity,) My son, there's nothing insignifi
cant, Nothing! But yet in every earthly thing First and most principal is place and time.
1st. Ser. (to the Second,) Say nothing to him, Nat. The Duke himself must let him have his own will. Seni (counts the chairs, half in a loud, half in a low
voice, till he comes to eleven, which he repeats.) Eleven! an evil number ! Set twelve chairs.
Twelve! twelve signs hath the zodiac: five and seven,
2nd. Ser. And what may you have to object against eleven? I should like to know that, now.
Seni. Eleven is-transgression ; eleven oversteps The ten commandments.
2nd. Ser. That's good! and why do you call five a holy number?
Seni. Five is the soul of man: for even as man
2nd. Ser. The foolish old coxcomb!
1st. Ser. Ay! let him alone though. I like to hear him ; there is more in his words than can be seen at first sight.
3rd. Ser. Off! They come. 2nd. Ser. There ! Out at the side door. (They hurry off, Seni follows slowly. A page brings
the staff of command on a red cushion, and places it on the table near the Duke's chair. They are announced from without, and the wings of the door fly open.)
Wal. You went then through Vienna, were presented To the Queen of Hungary?
Duch. Yes; and to the Empress too ;
And how was it receiv'd,
I did even that
Wal. And did they guess the choice which I had made ?
Duch. They only hop'd and wish'd it may have fallen Upon no foreign nor yet Lutheran noble.
Wal. And you—what do you wish, Elizabeth ?
Wal. (after a pause). Well then!
Duch. O! my dear lord, all is not what it was.
Ay! is it so?
Duch. Not of respect. No honours were omitted,