Ter. (as he is going, to Butler.) You come though to Gor. (looking after them) Unhappy man! How free from all foreboding! They rush into the out spread net of murder, In the blind drunkenness of victory; I have no pity for their fate. This Illo, This overflowing and fool-hardy villain That would fain bathe himself in his Emperor's blood. When they are within I close the castle gate, That nothing may transpire. Gor. (with earnest anxiety) Nay, stop; first tell me Oh! haste not so! You have heard already, But. To-morrow to the Swedes belongs. This night Alone is ours. They make good expeditions, But we will make still greater. Fare you well. Gor. Ah! your looks tell me nothing good. Nay, Butler, I pray you, promise me! But. The sun has set; A fateful evening doth descend upon us, And brings on their long night! Their evil stars Deliver them unarm'd into our hands, And from their drunken dream of golden fortunes The Duke was ever a great calculator; His fellow-men were figures on his chess-board, To move and station, as his game requir'd. Other men's honour, dignity, good name, Did he shift like pawns, and made no conscience of it: And yet at last his calculation proves Erroneous; the whole game is lost; and lo! Gor. O think not of his errors now; remember On all the noble exploits of his life, And let them, like an angel's arm, unseen But. It is too late. I suffer not myself to feel compassion, Gordon! "Tis not my hatred (I pretend not To love the Duke, and have no cause to love him), Free action. He is but the wire work'd* puppet *We doubt the propriety of putting so blasphemous a sentiment in the mouth of any character.-T. What too would it avail him, if there were Gor. If your heart speak to you, Think you your fortunes will grow prosperous But. You know not. Ask not! Wherefore should it happen, That the Swedes gain'd the victory, and hasten Fain would I Have given him to the Emperor's mercy.-Gordon! I do not wish his blood-But I must ransom (passionately grasping Gordon's hand.) I am dishonour'd if the Duke escape us. But. Gor. What! It is worth A sacrifice.-Come, friend! be noble-minded! Our own heart, and not other men's opinions, But. (with a cold and haughty air) great lord, This Duke-and I am but of mean importance. This is what you would say? Wherein concerns it So that the man of princely rank be sav'd. The price we challenge for ourselves is given us. He is a There does not live on earth the man so station'd, [Exit Gordon. SCENE IX. But. (alone) I treasur'd my good name all my life long; The Duke has cheated me of life's best jewel, So that I blush before this poor weak Gordon! He prizes above all his fealty; His conscious soul accuses him of nothing; In opposition to his own soft heart I stand beside him, and must feel myself The worse man of the two. What, though the world Is ignorant of my purpos'd treason, yet One man does know it, and can prove it too— High-minded Piccolomini ! There lives the man who can dishonour me! This ignominy blood alone can cleanse! Duke Friedland, thou or I—Into my own hands Fortune delivers me-The dearest thing a man has is himself. (The curtain drops.) ACT IV. Scene-Butler's Chamber. SCENE I. Butler, Major, and Geraldin. But. Find me twelve strong dragoons, arm them with pikes, For there must be no firing Conceal them somewhere near the banquet-room, May make its way to the Duke.-Go instantly; Ger. They'll be here anon. [Exit Geraldin. But. Here's no room for delay. The citizens And golden times. Arms too have been given out |