Wal. Thou art describing thy own father's heart. He dwelt within me, to my inmost soul Peace exists only betwixt confidence And faith. Who poisons confidence, he murders Max. I will not Defend my father. Woe is me, I cannot ! Hard deeds and luckless have ta'en place; one crime But we are innocent: how have we fallen Wal. Thou art portraying thy father's heart; as thou describest even so is it shaped in his entrails, in this black hypocrite's breast. O, the art of hell has deceiv'd me! The abyss sent up to me the most spotted of the spirits, the most skilful in lies, and placed him as a friend at my side. Who may withstand the power of hell? I took the basilisk to my bosom, with my heart's blood I nourished him; he sucked himself glut-full at the breasts of my love. I never harboured evil towards him; wide open did I leave the door of my thoughts; I threw away the key of wise foresight. In the starry heaven, &c. We find a difficulty in believing this to have been written by Schiller. Into this circle of mishap and guilt? To whom have we been faithless? Wherefore must Of our two fathers, twine like serpents round us? Why must our fathers' Unconquerable hate rend us asunder, Who love each other? Wal. Max., remain with me. Go you not from me, Max! Hark! I will tell thee— Not yet accustom'd to the German winters; At that time did I take thee in my arms, I was thy nurse, no woman could have been However strange to me; I tended thee Till life return'd; and when thine eyes first open'd, Our child and inmate.* Max.! Thou can'st not leave me; This is a poor and inadequate translation of the affectionate simplicity of the original Sie alle waren Fremdlinge, Du warst Das Kind des Hauses. Indeed the whole speech is in the best style of Massinger. O si sic omnia! It cannot be; I may not, will not think That Max. can leave me. Мах. Wal. O my God! Held and sustain'd thee from thy tott'ring childhood. What human tie, that does not knit thee to me? He will reward thee with a pretty chain Of gold; with his ram's fleece will he reward thee; Was nothing worth to thee. Мах. O God! How can I Do otherwise? Am I not forc'd to do it? My oath-my duty-honour Wal. How? Thy duty? Duty to whom? Who art thou? Max.! bethink thee What duties may'st thou have? If I am acting A criminal part toward the Emperor, It is my crime, not thine. Dost thou belong To thine own self? Art thou thine own commander? To obey me, to belong to me, this is Thy honour, this a law of nature to thee! And hast thy dwelling, from its orbit starts, With little guilt stepp'st thou into this contest; For justice is the virtue of the ruler, SCENE VII. To these enter Neumann. Wal. What now? Neu. The Pappenheimers are dismounted, And are advancing now on foot, determin'd, With sword in hand, to storm the house, and free The Count, their colonel. Wal. (to Tertsky) I will receive them with chain-shot. Have the cannon planted. [Exit Tertsky. Prescribe to me with sword in hand! Go, Neumann! 'Tis my command that they retreat this moment, And in their ranks in silence wait my pleasure. [Neumann exit. Illo steps to the window. Coun. Let him go, I entreat thee, let him go. Illo. (at the window) Hell and perdition! Wal. What is it? Illo. They scale the council-house, the roof's uncover'd, They level at this house the cannon Мах Madmen! Illo. They are making preparations now to fire on us. Duch. and Coun. Merciful Heaven! Max. (to Wallenstein) Wal. Let me go to them! Not a step! Max. (pointing to Thekla and the Duchess) But their Thine! Wal. life! What tidings bring'st thou, Tertsky? SCENE VIII. To these Tertsky (returning). Ter. Message and greeting from our faithful reg'ments. Their ardour may no longer be curb'd in. They entreat permission to commence th' attack, They could now charge the enemy in rear, O'erpower them in the narrow streets. Let not their ardour cool. The soldiery We are the greater number. Let us charge them, Wal. What? shall this town become a field of slaughter, And brother-killing discord, fire-eyed, Be let loose through its streets to roam and rage? To deaf remorseless rage, that hears no leader? |