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We must do more, my countrymen! In short,
We-we must kill him.
Both. (starting back)

Kill him ! But.

Yes! must kill him. And for that purpose have I chosen you.

Both. Us!
But. You, Captain Devereux, and the Macdonald.
Dev. (after a pause) Choose you some other.
But.

What? art dastardly?
Thou, with full thirty lives to answer for-
Thou conscientious of a sudden ?
Dev.

Nay, To assassinate our lord and general

Macd. To whom we've sworn a soldier's oathBut.

The oath
Is null, for Friedland is a traitor.

Dev. No, no! It is too bad !
Macd.

Yes, by my soul! It is too bad. One has a conscience too

Dev. If it were not our chieftain, who so long
Has issued the commands, and claim'd our duty.

But. Is that the objection ?
Dev.

Were it my own father,
And the Emperor's service should demand it of me,
It might be done perhaps—But we are soldiers,
And to assassinate our chief Commander,
That is a sin, a foul abomination,
From which no monk or confessor absolves us.

But. I am your Pope, and give you absolution.
Determine quickly!
Dev.

'Twill not do! Macd.

'Twont do! But. Well, off then ! and—send Pestalutz to me. Dev. (hesitates) The Pestalutz

Macd.

What may you want with him ?
But. If you reject it, we can find enough-

Dev. Nay, if he must fall, we may earn the bounty
As well as any other. What think you,
Brother Macdonald ?
Macd.

Why if he must fall,
And will fall, and it can't be otherwise,
One would not give place to this Pestalutz.
Dev. (after some reflection) When do you purpose he

should fall ? But.

This night.
To-morrow will the Swedes be at our gates

Dev. You take upon you all the consequences !
But. I take the whole upon me.
Dev.

And it is
The Emperor's will, his express absolute will ?
For we have instances, that folks may like
The murder, and yet hang the murderer.

But. The manifesto says-alive or dead.
Alive-'tis not possible--you see it is not.
Dev. Well, dead then! dead ! But how can we come

at him?
The town is filled with Tertsky's soldiery.

Macd. Ay! and then Tertsky still remains, and Illo-
But. With these we shall begin-you understand me?
Dev. How? And must they too perish ?
But.

They the first.
Macd. Hear, Devereux ! A bloody evening this.
Dev. Have you a man for that ? Commission me-

But. 'Tis given in trust to Major Geraldin;
This is a carnival night, and there's a feast
Given at the Castle-there we shall surprise them,
And hew them down. The Pestalutz, and Lesley,
Have that commission-soon as that is finish'd-

Dev. Hear General ! It will be all one to you.
Hark'e! let me exchange with Geraldin.

But. 'Twill be the lesser danger with the Duke.
Dev. Danger! The devil! What do you think me,

General ?
'Tis the Duke's eye, and not his sword, I fear.

But. What can his eye do to thee ?
Dev.

Death and hell !
Thou know'st that I'm no milk-sop, General!
But 'tis not eight days, since the Duke did send me
Twenty gold pieces for this good warm coat
Which I have on! and then for him to see me
Standing before him with the pike, his murderer,
That eye of his looking upon this coat-
Why-why—the devil fetch me! I'm no milk-sop!

But. The Duke presented thee this good warm coat,
And thou, a needy wight, hast pangs of conscience
To run him through the body in return.
A coat that is far better and far warmer
Did the Emperor give to him, the Prince's mantle.
How doth he thank the Emperor? With revolt,
And treason.
Dev.

That is true. The devil take
Such thankers! I'll despatch him.
But.

And would'st quiet
Thy conscience, thou hast nought to do but simply
Pull off the coat; so canst thou do the deed
With light heart and good spirits.
Dev.

You are right.
That did not strike me. I'll pull off the coat-
So there's an end of it.
Macd.

Yes, but there's another
Point to be thought of.
But.

And what's that, Macdonald?

Macd. What avails sword or dagger against him?
He is not to be wounded-he is
But. (starting up)

What ?
Macd. Safe against shot, and stab and slash! Hard

frozen,
Secur'd, and warranted by the black art !
His body is impenetrable, I tell you.

Dev. In Inglestadt there was just another-
His whole skin was the same as steel ; at last
We were obliged to beat him down with gunstocks.

Macd. Hear what I'll do.
Dev.

Well?
Macd.

In the cloister here
There's a Dominican, my countryman.
I'll make him dip my sword and pike for me
In holy water, and say over them
One of his strongest blessings. That's probatum !
Nothing can stand 'gainst that.
But.

So do, Macdonald !
But now go and select from out the regiment
Twenty or thirty able-bodied fellows,
And let them take the oaths to the Emperor.
Then, when it strikes eleven, when the first rounds
Are pass'd, conduct them, silently as may be,
To th' house-I will myself be not far off.
Dev. But how do we get through Hartschier and

Gordon,
That stand on guard there in the inner chamber?

But. I have made myself acquainted with the place.
I lead you through a back-door that's defended
By one many only. Me my rank and office
Give access to the Duke at every hour.
I'll go before you with one pointed-stroke

Cut Hartchier's wind-pipe, and make way for you.
Dev. And when we are there, by what means shall we

gain
The Duke's bed-chamber, without his alarming
The servants of the Court; for he has here
A numerous company of followers.
But. The attendants fill the right wing; he hates

bustle, And lodges in the left wing quite alone.

Dev. Were it well over-hey, Macdonald ? I Feel queerly on the occasion, devil knows !

Macd. And I too. 'Tis too great a personage.
People will hold us for a brace of villains.

But. In plenty, honour, splendour.-You may safely
Laugh at the people's babble.
Dev.

If the business
Squares with one's honour-if that be quite certain-
But. Set your hearts quite at ease. Ye save for Fer-

dinand
His crown and empire. The reward can be
No small one.

Dev. And 'tis his purpose to dethrone the Emperor?
But. Yes !-Yes !--to rob him of his crown and life.

Dev. And he must fall by the executioner's hands,
Should we deliver him up to the Emperor
Alive?
But.

It were his certain destiny.
Dev. Well! Well! Come then, Macdonald, he shall

not Lie long in pain.

[Exeunt Butler through one door, Macdonald and

Devereux through the other.

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