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Ter. (beckons to Neumann who is waiting at the side
table, and steps forward with him to the edge of
I have copied it
Ter. Right ! Lay it yonder, and away with this-
(Neumann lays the copy on the table, and steps back
again to the side table.)
Illo (comes out from the second chamber,) Tertsky.
Illo. How goes it with young Piccolomini ?
Illo. He is the only one I fear about-
Ter. How looks it at your table ? You forget not
O, quite cordial,
And ’tis as I predicted too. Already
And Butler ?
To them enters Butler from the second table.
Don't disturb yourselves. Field Marshal, I have understood you perfectly, Good luck be to the scheme; and as to me,
(with an air of mystery.) You may depend upon me.
Illo. (with vivacity) May we, Butler ?
But. With or without the clause, all one to me ! You understand me? My fidelity The Duke may put to any proof—I'm with him ! Tell him so! I'm the Emperor's officer, As long as 'tis his pleasure to remain The Emperor's general ! and Friedland's servant, As soon as it shall please him to become His own lord.
Ter. You would make a good exchange ; No stern economist, no Ferdinand
Is he to whom you plight your services.
But. (with a haughty look) I do not put up my fidelity
Who is ignorant,
But. A friend ! I give you here my hand ! I'm your's
l've earn'd and laid up somewhat in his service,
Illo. 'Tis not your money that he needs—a heart
Illo. All powerful souls have kindred with each other.
But. This is an awful moment! to the brave,
Ter. That spoken like a man!
But. Do you secure the Spaniard and ItalianI'll be your warrant for the Scotchman Lesly. Come! to the company!
Ter. Where is the master of the cellar ? Ho! Let the best wines come up. Ho! cheerly, boy! Luck comes to-day, so give her hearty welcome.
[Exeunt each to his table.
The Master of the Cellar advancing with Neumann, Ser
vants passing backwards and forwards.
Mast. of the Cel. The best wine! O ! if my old mistress, his lady mother, could but see these wild goings on, she would turn herself round in her grave. Yes, yes, sir officer! 'tis all down the hill with this noble house ! no end, no moderation! And this marriage with the Duke's sister, a splendid connection, a very splendid connection ! but I tell you, sir officer, it bodes no good.
Neu. Heaven forbid! Why, at this very moment the whole prospect is in bud and blossom !
Mast. of the Cel. You think so ?-Well, well, much may be said on that head.
1st. Ser. (comes) Burgundy for the fourth table. ·
Mast. of the Cel. Now, sir lieutenant, if this an't the seventieth flask
Ist. Ser. Why, the reason is, that German lord, Tiefenbach, sits at that table.
Mast. of the Cel. (continuing his discourse to Neumann.) They are soaring too high. They would rival kings and electors in their pomp and splendour; and wherever the Duke leaps, not a minute does my gracious master, the Count, loiter on the brink.-(To the servants.)-What do you stand there listening for? I will let you know you have legs presently. Off ! see to the tables, see to the flasks! Look there ! Count Palfi has an empty glass before him!
Runner. (comes) The great service-cup is wanted, sir; that rich gold cup with the Bohemian arms on it. The Count says you know which it is.