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The zodiacs, the rolling orbs of heaven,
Hast pictured on these walls, and all around thee
In dumb, foreboding symbols hast thou placed
These seven presiding Lords of Destiny-
For toys? Is all this preparation nothing?
Is there no marrow in this hollow art,
That even to thyself it doth avail
Nothing, and has no influence over thee
In the great moment of decision ?-

WALLENSTEIN (during this last speech walks up and down with inward struggles, laboring with passion; stops suddenly, stands still, then interrupting the Countess).

Send Wrangel to me-I will instantly
Dispatch three couriers

ILLO (hurrying out).

God in heaven be praised!


It is his evil genius and mine.

Our evil genius! It chastises him

Through me, the instrument of his ambition;
And I expect no less, than that Revenge
E'en now is whetting for my breast the poniard.
Who sows the serpent's teeth, let him not hope
To reap a joyous harvest. Every crime
Has, in the moment of its perpetration,
Its own avenging angel-dark misgiving,
An ominous sinking at the inmost heart.
He can no longer trust me-Then no longer
Can I retreat-so come that which must come.-
Still Destiny preserves its due relations :
The heart within us is its absolute

Go, conduct you Gustave Wrangel
To my state-cabinet-Myself will speak to
The couriers. And dispatch immediately
A servant for Octavio Piccolomini.

[To the COUNTESS, who cannot conceal her triumph. No exultation! woman, triumph not! For jealous are the Powers of Destiny. Joy premature, and shouts ere victory, Encroach upon their rights and privileges. We sow the seed, and they the growth determine. [While he is making his exit, the curtain drops.


Scene, as in the preceding Act.

WALLENSTEIN (coming forward in conversation).
He sends me word from Linz, that he lies sick;
But I have sure intelligence, that he
Secretes himself at Frauenberg with Galas.
Secure them both, and send them to me hither.
Remember, thou takest on thee the command
Of those same Spanish regiments, constantly
Make preparation, and be never ready;
And if they urge thee to draw out against me,
Still answer YES, and stand as thou wert fetter'd.
I know, that it is doing thee a service
To keep thee out of action in this business.
Thou lovest to linger on in fair appearances;

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Rather hope I To bind it nearer still and faster to me.

[He seats himself
Yes, Max., I have delay'd to open it to thee,
Even till the hour of acting 'gins to strike.
Youth's fortunate feeling doth seize easily
The absolute right, yea, and a joy it is
To exercise the single apprehension
Where the suns square in proof;

But where it happens, that of two sure evils
One must be taken, where the heart not wholly
Brings itself back from out the strife of duties,
There 't is a blessing to have no election,
And blank necessity is grace and favor.
-This is now present: do not look behind thee,-
It can no more avail thee. Look thou forwards!
Think not! judge not! prepare thyself to act'
The Court-it hath determined on my ruin,
Therefore I will to be beforehand with them.
We'll join the Swedes-right gallant fellows are

And our good friends.

[He stops himself, expecting PicCOLOMINI's answer. I have ta'en thee by surprise Answer me not.

I grant thee time to recollect thyself.

[He rises, and retires to the back of the stage MAX. remains for a long time motionless, in a trance of excessive anguish. At his first motion WALLENSTEIN returns and places himself before him.


My General, this day thou makest me
Of age to speak in my own right and person,
For till this day I have been spared the trouble
To find out my own road. Thee have I follow'd

With most implicit unconditional faith,
Sure of the right path if I follow'd thee.
To-day, for the first time, dost thou refer
Me to myself, and forcest me to make
Election between thee and my own heart.

Soft cradled thee thy Fortune till to-day;
Thy duties thou couldst exercise in sport,
Indulge all lovely instincts, act for ever
With undivided heart. It can remain
No longer thus. Like enemies, the roads
Start from each other. Duties strive, with duties.
Thou must needs choose thy party in the war
Which is now kindling 'twixt thy friend and him
Who is thy Emperor.


War! is that the name? War is as frightful as heaven's pestilence. Yet it is good, is it heaven's will as that is. Is that a good war, which against the Emperor Thou wagest with the Emperor's own army? O God of heaven! what a change is this! Beseems it me to offer such persuasion To thee, who like the fix'd star of the pole Wert all I gazed at on life's trackless ocean? O! what a rent thou makest in my heart! The ingrain'd instinct of old reverence, The holy habit of obediency, Must I pluck live asunder from thy name? Nay, do not turn thy countenance upon meIt always was as a god looking at me! Duke Wallenstein, its power is not departed: The senses still are in thy bonds, although, Bleeding, the soul hath freed itself.

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O! do it not, I pray thee, do it not!
There is a pure and noble soul within thee,
Knows not of this unblest, unlucky doing.
Thy will is chaste, it is thy fancy only
Which hath polluted thee-and innocence,
It will not let itself be driven away

From that world-awing aspect. Thou wilt not,
Thou canst not, end in this. It would reduce
All human creatures to disloyalty
Against the nobleness of their own nature.
"T will justify the vulgar misbelief,
Which holdeth nothing noble in free-will,
And trusts itself to impotence alone,
Made powerful only in an unknown power.


The world will judge me sternly, I expect it.
Already have I said to my own self
All thou canst say to me. Who but avoids
The extreme, can he by going round avoid it?
But here there is no choice. Yes-I must use
Or suffer violence-so stands the case,
There remains nothing possible but that.


O that is never possible for thee!
'Tis the last desperate resource of those
Cheap souls, to whom their honor, their good name
Is their poor saving, their last worthless keep,
Which having staked and lost, they stake themselves
In the mad rage of gaming. Thou art rich,

And glorious; with an unpolluted heart
Thou canst make conquest of whate'er seems
highest !

But he, who once hath acted infamy,
Does nothing more in this world.

WALLENSTEIN (grasps his hand).

Calmly, Max.!
Much that is great and excellent will we
Perform together yet. And if we only
Stand on the height with dignity, 't is soon
Forgotten, Max., by what road we ascended.
Believe me, many a crown shines spotless now,
That yet was deeply sullied in the winning.
To the evil spirit doth the earth belong,
Not to the good. All, that the powers divine
Send from above, are universal blessings:
Their light rejoices us, their air refreshes,
But never yet was man enrich'd by them:
In their eternal realm no property

Is to be struggled for-all there is general.
The jewel, the all-valued gold we win
From the deceiving Powers, depraved in nature
That dwell beneath the day and blessed sun-light.
Not without sacrifices are they render'd
Propitious, and there lives no soul on earth
That e'er retired unsullied from their service.


Whate'er is human, to the human being
Do I allow-and to the vehement
And striving spirit readily I pardon

The excess of action; but to thee, my General:
Above all others make I large concession.

For thou must move a world, and be the master-
He kills thee, who condemns thee to inaction
So be it then! maintain thee in thy post
By violence. Resist the Emperor,

And if it must be, force with force repel.
I will not praise it, yet I can forgive it.
But not-not to the traitor-yes!—the word
Is spoken out

Not to the traitor can I yield a pardon.
That is no mere excess! that is no error
Of human nature-that is wholly different,
O that is black, black as the pit of hell!

[WALLENSTEIN betrays a sudden agitation
Thou canst not hear it named, and wilt thou do it?
O turn back to thy duty. That thou canst,
I hold it certain. Send me to Vienna :
I'll make thy peace for thee with the Emperor.
He knows thee not. But I do know thee. He
Shall see thee, Duke! with my unclouded eye,
And I bring back his confidence to thee.


It is too late. Thou knowest not what has happen'd


Were it too late, and were things gone so far,
That a crime only could prevent thy fall,
Then-fall! fall honorably, even as thou stood'st.
Lose the command. Go from the stage of war.
Thou canst with splendor do it-do it too
With innocence. Thou hast lived much for others.
At length live thou for thy own self. I follow thee
My destiny I never part from thine.


It is too late! Even now, while thou art losing Thy words, one after the other are the mile-stones Left fast behind by my post couriers,

Who bear the order on to Prague and Egra.
[MAX. stands as convulsed, with a gesture and
countenance expressing the most intense an-

Yield thyself to it. We act as we are forced.
I cannot give assent to my own shame

And ruin. Thou-no-thou canst not forsake me!
So let us do, what must be done, with dignity,
With a firm step. What am I doing worse

Than did famed Cæsar at the Rubicon,

When he the legions led against his country,

The which his country had deliver'd to him?

Had he thrown down the sword, he had been lost,
As I were, if I but disarm'd myself.

I trace out something in me of his spirit;
Give me his luck, that other thing I'll bear.

[MAX. quits him abruptly. WALLENSTEIN, startled
and overpowered, continues looking after him,
and is still in this posture when TERTSKY




Max. Piccolomini just left you?

He is already gone.



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Because he's an ItalianTherefore is he well fitted for the business! WALLENSTEIN.


know you love them not-nor sire nor sonBecause that I esteem them, love them-visibly Esteem them, love them more than you and others, E'en as they merit. Therefore are they eye-blights Thorns in your foot-path. But your jealousies, In what affect they me or my concerns? Are they the worse to me because you hate them? Love or hate one another as you will,

I leave to each man his own moods and likings; Yet know the worth of each of you to me.


Where is Wrangel? Von Questenberg, while he was here, was always
Lurking about with this Octavio.

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Nay, Heaven forbid ?




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There exist moments in the life of man,
When he is nearer the great Soul of the world

And why should Heaven forbid? Than is man's custom, and possesses freely


Him!-that deceiver! Wouldst thou trust to him The soldiery? Him wilt thou let slip from thee, Now, in the very instant that decides us


Thou wilt not do this!-No! I pray thee, no! WALLENSTEIN.

Ye are whimsical.


O but for this time, Duke, Yield to our warning! Let him not depart.


And why should I not trust him only this time,

The power of questioning his destiny:
And such a moment 'twas, when in the night
Before the action in the plains of Lützen,
Leaning against a tree, thoughts crowding thoughts

I look'd out far upon the ominous plain.
My whole life, past and future, in this moment
Before my mind's eye glided in procession,
And to the destiny of the next morning
The spirit, fill'd with anxious presentiment,
Did knit the most removed futurity.
Then said I also to myself, "So many

Dost thou command. They follow all thy stars
And as on some great number set their All
Upon thy single head, and only man

The vessel of thy fortune. Yet a day
Will come, when Destiny shall once more scatter
All these in many a several direction:

Few be they who will stand out faithful to thee."
I yearn'd to know which one was faithfullest
Of all, this camp included. Great Destiny,
Give me a sign! And he shall be the man,
Who, on the approaching morning, comes the first
To meet me with a token of his love:
And thinking this, I fell into a slumber.
Then midmost in the battle was I led
In spirit. Great the pressure and the tumult!
Then was my horse kill'd under me: I sank;
And over me away all unconcernedly,
Drove horse and rider-and thus trod to pieces
I lay, and panted like a dying man;
Then seized me suddenly a savior arm :
It was Octavio's-I awoke at once,

"T was broad day, and Octavio stood before me.
"My brother," said he, " do not ride to-day
The dapple, as you're wont; but mount the horse
Which I have chosen for thee. Do it, brother!
In love to me. A strong dream warn'd me so.'
It was the swiftness of this horse that snatch'd me
From the hot pursuit of Bannier's dragoons.
My cousin rode the dapple on that day,
And never more saw I or horse or rider.

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And he shall never stir from here alive.

WALLENSTEIN (stops and turns himself round).
Are ye not like the women, who for ever
Only recur to their first word, although
One had been talking reason by the hour!
Know, that the human being's thoughts and deeds
Are not, like ocean billows, blindly moved.
The inner world, his microcosmus, is

The deep shaft, out of which they spring eternally.
They grow by certain laws, like the tree's fruit-
No juggling chance can metamorphose them.
Have I the human kernel first examined?
Then I know, too, the future will and action.

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Noble brother, I am

Not one of those men who in words are valiant,
And when it comes to action skulk away.
The Duke has acted towards me as a friend.
God knows it is so; and I owe him all-
He may rely on my fidelity.


That will be seen hereafter.


Be on your guard. All think not as I think; and there are many Who still hold with the Court-yes, and they say That those stolen signatures bind them to nothing


I am rejoiced to hear it.


You rejoice!


That the Emperor has yet such gallant servants, And loving friends.


Nay, jeer not, I entreat you. They are no such worthless fellows, I assure you


I am assured already. God forbid

That I should jest!-In very serious earnest,
I am rejoiced to see an honest cause
So strong.


The Devil!-what!-why, what means this Are you not, then-For what, then, am I here

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Treason!--My God!-But who talks then of treason? You do me too much honor.


That is the case. The Prince-duke is a traitor

Means to lead over to the enemy

OCTAVIO (after both have seated themselves).
You have not

Return'd the advances which I made you yesterday

The Emperor's army.- Now, Count!-brief and Misunderstood them, as mere empty forms.


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I am rejoiced that you're so well-disposed.
This night break off in the utmost secrecy
With all the light-arm'd troops-it must appear
As came the order from the Duke himself.
At Frauenberg's the place of rendezvous;
There will Count Galas give you further orders.


That wish proceeded from my heart—I was
In earnest with you-for 'tis now a time
In which the honest should unite most closely.


"Tis only the like-minded can unite.

True! and I name all honest men like-minded.
I never charge a man but with those acts
To which his character deliberately
Impels him; for alas! the violence
Of blind misunderstandings often thrusts
The very best of us from the right track.

You came through Frauenberg. Did the Count Galas
Say nothing to you? Tell me. He's my friend.


His words were lost on me.


It grieves me sorely,
To hear it: for his counsel was most wise.
I had myself the like to offer.



Yourself the trouble-me th' embarrassment,
To have deserved so ill your good opinion.


The time is precious-let us talk openly.
You know how matters stand here. Wallenstein
Meditates treason-I can tell you further-
He has committed treason; but few hours
Have past, since he a covenant concluded
With the enemy. The messengers are now
Full on their way to Egra and to Prague.

It shall be done. But you'll remember me
With the Emperor-how well-disposed you found me. To-morrow he intends to lead us over


I will not fail to mention it honorably.

To the enemy. But he deceives himself;
For Prudence wakes-the Emperor has still

[Exit ISOLANI. A SERVANT enters. Many and faithful friends here, and they stand

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