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 Be done with cruelty? The unalterable With stealthy coward flight forsake her? No! Max. Squander not thou thy words in vain ; Oct. (trembling, and losing all self-command) Max! Do stamp this brand upon our noble house, 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 AN Nothing on earth remains unwrench'd and firm, Who has no faith. Oct. And if I trust thy heart, 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! In the struggle, or conduct them out of Pilsen. Max. Oct. Farewell! How? not one look Of filial love? No grasp of the hand at parting? It is a bloody war, to which we are going, So us'd we not to part-it was not so! Is it then true? I have a son no longer? (Max. falls into his arms, they hold each other for a |