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. Dev. Macd. Well? 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 ! But. So do, Macdonald! But now go and select from out the regiment And let them take the oaths to the Emperor. 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 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 certainBut. Set your hearts quite at ease. Ye save for Ferdinand 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. SCENE III. Scene-a Gothic and gloomy apartment at the Duchess Friedland's. Thekla on a seat, pale, her eyes closed. The Duchess and Lady Neubrunn busied about her. Wallenstein and the Countess in conversation. Wal. How knew she it so soon? Coun. She seems to have Foreboded some misfortune. The report Of an engagement, in the which had fallen The Swedish courier, and with sudden questioning, Thek. (looking round her) Where am I? Wal. (steps to her, raising her up in his arms) Come cheerly, Thekla! be my own brave girl! See, there's thy loving mother. Thou art in Duch. O! think not of it, My Thekla! Wal. Give her sorrow leave to talk! Let her complain-mingle your tears with her's, She'll rise superior to it, for my Thekla Hath all her father's unsubdued heart. Thek, I am not ill. See, I have power to stand. Why does my mother weep? Have I alarm'd her? It is gone by-I recollect myself. (She casts her eyes round the room, as seeking some Where is he? Please you, do not hide him from me. Thek. My father— Wal. Thek. Dearest daughter! I'm not weak Shortly I shall be quite myself again. You'll grant me one request? Wal. Name it, my daughter. Thek. Permit the stranger to be call'd to me, And grant me leave, that by myself I may Hear his report and question him. Duch. No, never! Coun. 'Tis not advisable-assent not to it. Wal. Hush! Wherefore would'st thou speak with him, my daughter? Thek. Knowing the whole, I shall be more collected; I will not be deceiv'd. My mother wishes Only to spare me. I will not be spar'd. The worst is said already: I can hear Nothing of deeper anguish ! Coun. and Duch. Do it not. Thek. The horror overpower'd me by surprise. My heart betray'd me in the stranger's presence; He was a witness of my weakness, yea, I sank into his arms; and that has sham'd me. I must replace myself in his esteem, And I must speak with him, perforce, that he, Wal. I see she is in the right, and am inclin'd 'Twere More pleasing to me, if alone I saw him : Wal. Permit her her own will. Leave her alone with him; for there are sorrows, Its own support. A strong heart will rely On its own strength alone. In her own bosom, The strength to rise superior to this blow. It is mine own brave girl. I'll have her treated Not as a woman, but the heroine. (Going.) Coun. (detaining him) Where art thou going? I heard Tertsky say That 'tis thy purpose to depart from hence To-morrow early, but to leave us here. Wal. Yes, ye stay here, plac'd under the protection Of gallant men. Coun. O take us with you, brother. Leave us not in this gloomy solitude |