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Tertsky, Neumann.

Ter. (beckons to Neumann who is waiting at the side

table, and steps forward with him to the edge of

the stage.)
Have you the copy with you, Neumann? Give it.
It may be chang'd for the other ?

I have copied it
Letter by letter, line by line; no eye
Would e'er discover other difference,
Save only the omission of that clause,
According to your Excellency's order,

Ter. Right ! Lay it yonder, and away with this-
It has perform'd its business—to the fire with it-

(Neumann lays the copy on the table, and steps back

again to the side table.)

Scene X.

Illo (comes out from the second chamber,) Tertsky.

Illo. How goes it with young Piccolomini ?
Ter. All right, I think. He has started no objection.

Illo. He is the only one I fear about-
He and his father. Have an eye on both !

Ter. How looks it at your table ? You forget not
To keep them warm and stirring ?

O, quite cordial,
They are quite cordial in the scheme. We have them.

And ’tis as I predicted too. Already
It is the talk, not merely to maintain
The Duke in station. “Since we're once for all
Together and unanimous, why not,”
Says Montecuculi, “ Ay, why not onward ?
And make conditions with the Emperor
There in his own Vienna ?” Trust me, Count,
Were it not for these said Piccolomini,
We might have spar'd ourselves the cheat.

And Butler ?
How goes it there? Hush!

Scene XI.

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
To sale, Count Tertsky! Half a year ago
I would not have advis'd you to have made me
An overture to that, to which I now
Offer myself of my own free accord.
But that is past! and to the Duke, Field Marshal,
I bring myself together with my regiment.
And mark you, 'tis my humour to believe,
The example which I give will not remain
Without an influence.

Who is ignorant,
That the whole army look to Colonel Butler,
As to a light that moves before them ?

Then I repent me not of that fidelity
Which for the length of forty years 1 held,
If in my sixtieth year my old good name
Can purchase for me a revenge so full.
Start not at what I say, sir generals !
My real motives—they concern not you.
And you yourselves, I trust, could not expect
That this your game had crook'd my judgment-or
That fickleness, quick blood, or such light cause,
Has driven the old man from the track of honour,
Which he so long had trodden.-Come, my

I'm not thereto determin'd with less firmness,
Because I know and have look'd steadily
At that on which I have determin'd.

And speak roundly, what are we to deem you?

But. A friend ! I give you here my hand ! I'm your's
With all I have. Not only men, but money
Will the Duke want.- -Go, tell him, sirs !

l've earn'd and laid up somewhat in his service,
I lend it him; and is he my survivor,
It has been already long ago bequeath'd him.
He is my heir. For me, I stand alone
Here in the world; nought know I of the feelings
That bind the husband to a wife and children,
My name dies with me, my existence ends.

Illo. 'Tis not your money that he needs—a heart
Like your's weighs tons of gold down, weighs down

millions !
But. I came a simple soldier's boy from Ireland
To Prague-and with a master, whom I buried.
From lowest stable duty I climb’d up,
Such was the fate of war, to this high rank,
The plaything of a whimsical good fortune.
And Wallenstein too is a child of luck,
I love a fortune that is like my own.

Illo. All powerful souls have kindred with each other.

But. This is an awful moment! to the brave,
To the determin'd, an auspicious moment.
The Prince of Weimer arms, upon the Main
To found a mighty dukedom. He of Halberstadt,
That Mansfeld wanted but a longer life
To have mark'd out with his good sword a lordship
That should reward his courage. Who of these
Equals our Friedland ? There is nothing, nothing
So high, but he may set the ladder to it !

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.

Scene XII.

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.

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