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MAX.

O let the Emperor make peace, my father!
Most gladly would I give the blood-stained laurel
For the first violet' of the leafless spring,
Pluck'd in those quiet fields where I have journey'd!

OCTAVIO.
What ails thee! What so moves thee all at once?

MAX,
Peace have I ne'er beheld? I have beheld it.
From thence am I come hither : 0! that sight,
It glimmers still before me, like some landscape
Left in the distance,--some delicious landscape!
My road conducted me tbrough countries where
The war has not yet reach'd. Life, life, my father-
My venerable father, Life has charms
Which we have ne'er experienced. We have been
But voyaging along its barren coasts,
Like some poor ever-roaming horde of pirates,
That, crowded in the rank and narrow ship,
House on the wild sea with wild usages,
Nor know aught of the main land, but the bays
Where safeliest they may venture a thieves' landing.
Whate'er in the island dales the land conceals
Of fair and exquisite, O! nothing, nothing,
Do we behold of that in our rude voyage.
OCTAVIO (attentive, with an appearance of

uneasiness).
And so your journey has reveal'd this to you?

MAX. 'T was the first leisure of

my

life.
What is the meed and purpose of the toil,
The painful toil, which robb'd me of my youth,
Left me an heart unsoul'd and solitary,
A spirit uninform'd, unornamented.
For the camp's stir and crowd and ceaseless larum,
The neighing war-horse, the air-shattering trumpet,
The unvaried, still returning hour of duty,
Word of command, and exercise of arms-
There's nothing here, there's nothing in all this
To satisfy the heart, the gasping heart!
Mere bustling nothingness, where the soul is not-
This cannot be the sole felicity,
These cannot be man's best and only pleasures!

OCTAVIO.
Much hast thou learnt, my son, in this short journey.

The joyous vespers of a bloody day.
O happy man, O fortunate! for whom
The well-known door, the faithful arms are open,
The faithful tender arms with mute embracing.
QUESTENBERG (apparently much affected).

0! that you should speak
Of such a distant, distant time, and not
Of the 10-morrow, not of this to-day.

MAX (turning round to him, quick and vehement).
Where lies the fault but on you in Vienna!
I will deal openly with you, Questenberg.
Just now, as first I saw you standing here,
(I'll own it to you freely) indignation
Crowded and press'd my inmost soul together.
'T is ye that binder peace, ye!-and the warrior,
It is the warrior that must force it from you.
Ye fret the General's life out, blackcn him,
Hold him up as a rebel, and Heaven knows
What else still worse,

because he

spares

the Saxons,
And tries to awaken confidence in the enemy;
Which vet's the only way to peace : for if
War intermit not during war, how then
And whence can peace come ?— Your own plaques fall

on you !
Even as I love what's virtuous, hate I you.
And here make I this vow, here pledge myself;
My blood shall spurt out for this Wallenstein,
and my heart drain off, drop by drop, ere ye
Shall revel and dance jubilee o'er his ruin. [Exit.

O tell me,

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OCTAVIO.

ΜΑΣ. .

0! day thrice lovely! when at length the soldier

Curse on this journey! Returns home into life; when he becomes

QUESTENBERG. A fellow-man among his fellow-men.

But why so? What is it?

CCTAVIO.
The colours are unfurld, the cavalcade
Marshals, and now the buzz is hush'd, and hark!

Come, come along, friend! I must follow up
Now the soft peace-march beats, home, brothers, home! The ominous track immediately. Mine eyes
The caps and helmets are all garlanded

Are opeo'd now, and I must use them. Come ! With green boughs, the last plundering of the fields.

[Draws QUESTENBERG on with him. The city gates fly open of themselves,

QUESTENBERG. They need no longer the petard to tear them.

What now? Where go you then ?
The ramparts are all fill'd with men and women,

To her herself.
With peaceful men and women, that send onwards
Kisses and welcomings upon the air,

QUESTENBERG.

To-
Which they make breezy with affectionate gestures.
From all the towers rings out the merry peal,

OCTAVIO (interrupting him, and correcting himself).
To the Duke. Come let us go—'T is done, 't is done,

I see the net that is thrown over him.
' In the original,
Den blutigen Lorbeer geb ich hio mit Freuden

Oh! be returns not to me as he went.
Fürs erste Veilchen, das der Mærz uns brings,

QUESTENBERG.
Das dürftige Pfand der neuverjängten Erde.

Nay, but cxplain yourself.

OCTAVIO.

FIRST SERVANT.

DUCHESS.

OCTAVIO.

The five is the first pumber that's made up
And that I should not

Of even and odd.
Foresee it, not prevent this journcy! Wherefore

SECOND SERVANT.
Did I keep it from him?-You were in the right.

The foolish old coxcomb!
I should have waru'd him! Now it is too late.
QUESTENBERG.

Ey! let him alone though. I like to hear him; there Cut what's loo late? Bethink yourself, my friend, is more in his words than can be seen at first sight. That you are talking absolute riddles to me.

TIIRD SERVANT.
OSTAVIO (more collected).

Off, they come.
Come! to the Duke's. 'T is close upon the hour.

SECOND SERVANT. Which he appointed you for audience. Come!

There! Out at the side-door. A curse, a threefold curse, upon this journey!

[They hurry off. Sent follows slowly. A Page [He leads QUESTENBERG off.

brings the staff of command on a red cashion, and places it on the table near the Duke's

chair, SCENE VI.

They dre announced from without,

and the wings of the door fly open. Changes to a spacious Chamber in the House of the Duke

of Friedland. Servants employed in putting the tables and chairs in order. During this enters Sent,

SCENE VIT. like an old Italian doctor, in black, and clothed

WALLENSTEIN, DUCHESS. somewhat fantastically. He carries a while staff, with which he marks out the quarters of the heaven.

WALLENSTEIN.

You went then through Vienna, were presented
FIRST SERVANT.

To the Queen of Hungary?
Come-to it, lads, to it! Make an end of it, I hear
the sentry call out, Stand to your arms!» They will

Yes; and to the Empress too, be there in a minute.

And by both Majesties were we admitted
SECOND SERVANT.

To kiss the band.
Why were we not told before that the audience would

WALLENSTEIN. be held here? Nothing prepared-no orders—no in

And how was it received, structions

That I had sent for wife and daughter hither
THIRD SERVANT,

To the camp, in winter-time?
Ay, and why was the balcony-chamber counter-

DUCHESS. manded, that with the great worked carpet?—there one

I did even that can look about one.

Which you commission'd me to do. I told them,

You had determined on our daughter's marriage, Nay, that you must ask the mathematician there. He

And wish'd, ere yet you went into the field, says it is an unlucky chamber.

To show the elected husband luis betrothed.
SECOND SERVANT.

WALLENSTEIN.
Poh! stuff and nonsense! That's what I call a hum. And did they guess the choice which I had made?
A chamber is a chamber; what much can the place

DUCHESS. signify in the affair?

They only hoped and wishi'd it may have fallen
SENI (with gravity).

Upon no foreign nor yet Lutheran noble.
My son, there's nothing insignificant,

WALLENSTEIN. Nothing! But yet in every earthly thing

And you—what do you wish, Elizabeth ?
First and most principal is place and time.

DUCII ESS.
FIRST SERVANT (to the second).

Your will, you know, was always mine.
Say nothing to him, Nat. The Duke himself must

WALLENSTEIN (after a pause). let him have luis own will.

Well then! SENI (counts the chairs, half in a loud, half in a low

And in all else, of what kind and complexion voice, till he comes to eleven, which he repeats).

Was your reception at the court ? Eleven! an evil number! Set twelve chairs.

[The Duchess casts her eyes on the ground, and Twelve! twelve signs hath the zodiac: five and seven,

remains silent. The lioly numbers, include themselves in twelve.

Hide nothing from me. How were you received ?
SECOND SERVANT.

DUCIIESS.
And what may you have to object against eleven? 10! my dear lord, all is not what it was.
should like to know that now.

A canker-worm, my lord, a cauker-worm

Has stolen into the bud. Eleven is transgression; eleven oversteps

WALLENSTEIN.
The ten commandments.

Ay' is it so!
SECOND SERVANT.

What, they were lax? they fail'd of the old respect? That's good! and why do you call five an holy number?

No honours were omitted,

No outward courtesy; but in the place Tive is the soul of man: for even as man

Of condescending, confidential kindness, Is mingled up of good and evil, so

Familiar and endearing, there were given me

FIRST SERVANT.

SENI.

DUCHESS.

Not of respect.

SENI.

DUCUESS.

DUCHESS.

DUCHESS.

WALLENSTEIN.

Only these honours and that solemn courtesy.
Ah! and the tenderness which was put on,

I cannot utter it!
It was the guise of pity, not of favour.

WALLENSTEIN. No! Albrecht's wife, Duke Albrecht's princely wife,

Proceed! Count Harrach's noble daughter, should not som

DUCHESS.
Not wholly so should she have been received.

They talk
WALLENSTEIN.

WALLENSTEIN.
Yes, yes; they have ta’en offence, My latest conduct,

Well! They raild at it, no doubt.

DUCHESS.

Of a second--(catches her voice and hesitates). O that they had!

WALLENSTEIN.
I have been long accustom'd to defend you,

Second-
To heal and pacify distemper'd spirits.
No; no one rail'd at you. They wrapp'd them 'up,

More disgraceful O Heaven! in such oppressive, solemn silence!

-Dismission.
Here is no every-day misunderstanding,
No transient pique, no cloud that passes over;

Talk they?
Something most luckless, most unhealable,

Strides across the Chamber in vchement agitation. Has taken place. The Queen of Hungary

0! they force, they thrust me Used formerly to call me her dear aunt,

With violence against my own will, onward!
And ever at departure to embrace me-

DUCHESS (presses near to him, in entreaty).
WALLENSTEIN.

0! if there yet be time, my husband ! if Now she omitted it?

By giving way and by submission, this DUCRESS (wiping away her lears, after a panse). Can be averted---my dear lord, give way! She did embrace me,

Win down your proud heart to it! Tell that heart, But then first when I had already taken

It is your sovereign lord, your Emperor My formal leave, and when the door already

Before whom you retreat. O let no longer Had closed upon me, then did she come out

Low tricking malice blacken your good meaning In haste, as she had suddenly bethought herself, With abhorr'd venomous glosses. Stand you up And press'd me to her bosom, more with anguish Shielded and helm'd and weapou'd with the truth, Than tenderness.

And drive before you into uttermost shame WALLENSTEIN (seizes her hand soothingly). These slanderous liars! Few firm friends have weNay, now collect yourself.

You know it! The swift growth of our good fortune, And what of Eggenberg and Lichtenstein,

It hath but set us up a mark for hatred.
And of our other friends there?

What are we, if the sovereign's grace and favour
DUCHE55 (shaking her head).

Stand not before us!
I saw none.
WALLENSTEIN.

SCENE VITI.
The Ambassador from Spain, who once was wont
To plead so warmly for me!--

Enter the Countess TERTSKY, leading in her hand the
DUCHESS.

Princess TheKLA, richly adorned with Brilliants. Silent, silent!

COUNTESS, TIEKLA, WALLENSTEIN, DUCHESS.
WALLENSTEIN.

COUNTESS.
These suns then are eclipsed for us. Henceforward
Must we roll on, our own fire, our own light.

How, sister! What, already upon business;

[Observing the countenance of the Duchess. DUCHESS.

And business of no pleasing kind I see, And were it-were it, my dear lord, in that

Ere he has gladden'd at his child. The first Which moved about the court in buzz and whisper,

Moment belongs to joy. Here, friedland! father! But in the country let itself he beard

This is thy daughter. Aloud-in that which Father Lamormain

[THEKLA approaches with a shy and timid air, and In sundry hints and-.WALLENSTEIN (eagerly).

bends herself as about to kiss his hand. He receives

her in his arms, and remains standing for some Lamormain! what said he ?

time lost in the feeling of her presence. That you 're accused of having daringly

Yes ! pure and lovely hath hope rised on me:
O'erstepp'd the powers entrusted to you, charged
With traitorous contempt of the Emperor

I take her as the pledge of greater fortune.

DUCHESS.
And his supreme behests. The proud Bavarian,
He and the Spaniards stand up your accusers-

'T was but a little child when you departed That there's a storm collecting over you

To raise up that great army for the Emperor:Of far more fearful menace than that former one

And after, at the close of the campaign, Which whirld you headlong down at Regensbury.

When you return'd home out of Pomerania And people talk, said he, of ---Ah!

Your daughter was already in the convent, [Stifling extreme emotion. Wherein she has remaind till now.

DUCHESS.

WALLENSTEIN.

WALLENSTEIN.

WALLENSTEIN,

Proceed!

The while

No! 't was not so intended, that my business Should be my highest best good-fortune! [Tertsky enters, and delivers letters to the Duke, which he breaks open hurryingly.

COUNTESS (to Max.). Remunerate your trouble! For his joy He makes you recompense.

'T is not unfitting For

you, Count Piccolomini, to feel So tenderly-my brother it beseems To show himself for ever great and princely.

THEKLA.

Then I too must have scruples of his love : For his munificent hands did ornament me Ere yet the father's heart had spoken to me.

MAX

Yes;

We in the field here gave onr cares and toils
To make her great, and fight her a free way
To the loftiest earthly good; lo! mother Nature
Within the peaceful silent convent walls
llas done her part, and out of her free grace
Hath she bestow'd on the beloved child
The godlike; and now leads her thus adorn'd
To meet hier splendid fortune, and my hope.

DUCHESS (to THEKLA).
Thou wouldst not have recognized thy father,
Wouldst thou, my child? She counted scarce eight

years, When last she saw your face.

THEKLA.

O yes, yes, mother!
At the first glance!- My father is not alter'd.
The form that stands before me falsifies
No feature of the image that hath lived
So long within me!

WALLENSTEIN.
The voice of

my

child!

[Then after a pause. I was indignant at my destioy, That it denied me a man-child to be lleir of my name and of my prosperous fortune, And re-illume my soon extinguish'd being In a proud line of prioces. I wrongd my destiny. Here

upon

this bead,
So lovely in ils maiden bloom, will I
Let fall the garland of a life of war,
Nor deem it lost, if only I can wreath it,
Transmitted to a regal ornament,
Around these beauteous brows,

[lle clasps her in his arms as PiCCOLOMINI enters.

pours out

't is his nature ever to be giving And making happy. [lle grasps the hand of the Duchess with still increasing warmth.

llow

my

heart Its all of thanks to him !0! how I seem To ulter all things in the dear name Friedland. While I shall live, so long will I remain The captive of this name : in it shall bloom My every fortune, every lovely hope. Inextricably as in some magic ring In this name hath my destiny charm-bound me! COUNTESS (who during this time has been anxiously

watching the Duke, and remarks that he is lost in

thought over the letters). My brother wishes us to leave him. Come. WALLENSTEIN (turns himself round quick, collects him

self, and speaks with cheerfulness to the Duchess). Once more I bid thee welcome to the camp, Thou art the hostess of this court. You, Max. Will now again administer your old office, While we perform the sovereign's business here. [Max. PiccoloMINI offers the Duchess his arm; the

Countess accompanies the Princess.

TERTSKY (calling after him).
Max., we depend on seeing you at the meeting.

SCENE IX.

Enter Max. PICCOLOMINI, and some time after Count
Tertsky, the others remaining as before.

COUNTESS.
There comes the Paladin who protected us.

WALLENSTEIN.
Max.! Welcome, ever welcome! Always wert thou
The morning star of my besi joys !

SCENE X

MAX.

My General -

WALLENSTEIN. Till now it was the Emperor who rewarded thee, I but the instrument. This day thou hast bound The father to thee, Max! the fortunate father, And this debt Friedland's sclf must pay.

WALLENSTEIN, Count TERTSKY.

WALLENSTEIN (in deep thought to himself). She hath seen all things as they are-It is so, And squares completely with my other notices. They have determined Sinally in Vienna, Have given me my successor already; It is the king of Hungary, Ferdinand, The Emperor's delicate son! he's now their saviour, He's the new star that 's rising now! Of us They think themselves already fairly rid, And as we were deceased, the heir already Js entering on possession - Therefore-dispatch! [As he turns round he observes Tertsky, and gives

him a letter. Count Altringer will bave himself excused, And Galas 100-I like noi this!

MAX

My prince! You made no common hurry to transfer it. I come with shame: yea, not without a pang! For scarce have I arrived here, scarce deliver'd The mother and the daughter to your arms, But there is brought to me from your equerry A splendid richly-plated hunting dress So to remunerate me for my troubles---Yes, yes, remunerate mc! Since a trouble It must be, a mere office, not a favour Which I leapı forward to reccive, and which I came already with full heart to thank you for.

TERTSKY.

And if Thou loiterest longer, all will fall away, One following the other.

WALLENSTEIN

Altringer

Is master of the Tyrol passes.

I must forthwith Send some one to him, that he let not in The Spaniards on me from the Milanese. --Well, and the old Sesin, that ancient trader In contraband negociations, he Has shown himself again of late. What brings he From the Count Thur?

TERTSKY.

Had you meant nothing further than to gull him
For the Emperor's service.
WALLENSTEIN (after a pause, during which he
looks narrowly on TERTSKY).

And from whence dost thou know
That I'm not gulling him for the Emperor's service?
Whence knowest thou that I'm not gulling all of you?
Dost thou know me so well! When made I thee
The intendant of my secret purposes?
I am not conscious that I ever open'd
My inmost thoughts to thee. The Emperor, it is true,
Ilath dealt with me amiss; and if I would,
I could repay him with usurious interest
For the evil he hath donc me. It delights me
To know my power; but whether I shall use it,
Of that, I should have thought that thou couldst speak
No wiselier than thy fellows,

TERTSKY.

The Count communicates, He has found out the Swedish chancellor At Halberstadt, where the convention 's held, Who says, you've tired him out, and that he 'll have No further dealings with you.

WALLENSTEIN.

And wliy so?

TERTSKY.
He says, you are never in earnest in your speeches;
That you decoy the Swedes--to make fools of them;
Will league yourself with Saxony against them,
And at last make yourself a riddance of them
With a paltry sum of money.

So then, doubtless,
Yes, doubtless, this same modest Swede expects
That I shall yield him some fair German tract
For his prey and booty, that ourselves at last
On our own soil and native territory,
May be no longer our own lards and masters!
An excellent scheme! No, no! They must be off,
Off, off! away! we want no such neighbours.

So hast thou always played thy game with us.

[Enter Illo.

WALLENSTEIN.

SCENE XI.

ILLO, WALLENSTEIN, TERTSKY.

TERTSKY.

WALLENSTEIN.
How stand affairs without? Are they prepared ?

ILLO.
You'll find them in the very mood you wish.
They know about the Emperor's requisitions,
And are tumultuous.

WALLENSTEIN

How hath Isolan Declared himself?

ILLO.

He's your's, both soul and body, Since

you
built
up again his Faro-bank.

WALLENSTEIN.
And which way doth Kolatio bend? Hast thou
Made sure of Tiefenbach and Deodate?

ILLO.
What Piccolomini does, that they do too.

WALLENSTEIN.
You mean, then, I may venture somewhat with them?

ILLO.
you are assured of the Piccolomini.

WALLENSTEIN.
Not more assured of mine own self.

TERTSKY.

Nay, yield them up that dot, that speck of land-
It goes not from your portion. If you win
The game, what matters it to you who pays it?

WALLENSTEIN,
Off with them, off! Thou understand'st not this.
Never shall it be said of me, I parcell'd
My native land away, dismember'd Germany,
Betray'd it to a foreigner, in order
To come with stealthy tread, and filch away
My own share of the plunder-Never! never!
No foreign power shall strike root in the empire,
And least of all, these Goths! these hunger-wolves !
Who send such envious, hot and greedy glances
Towards the rich blessings of our German lands!
I'll have their aid to cast and draw my nets,
But not a single fish of all the draught
Shall they come in for.

TERTSKY.

You will deal, however, More fairly with the Saxons ? They lose patience While

you

shift ground and make so many curves.
Say, to what purpose all these masks? Your friends
Are plunged in doubts, baffled, and led astray in you.
There's Oxenstein, there's Arnheim-neither knows
What he should think of your procrastinations.
And in the end I prove the liar; all
Passes through me. I have not even your hand-writing.

WALLENSTEIN.
I never give my hand-writing; thou knowest it.

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Thou teachest me to know my man? Sixteen campaigns I have made with that old warrior. Besides, I have his horoscope: We both are born beneath like stars-in short

[With an air of mystery. To this belongs its own particular aspect, If therefore thou canst warrant me the rest-

ILLO.
There is among them all but this one voice,
You must not lay down the command. I hear
They mean to send a deputation to you.

WALLENSTEIN.
If I'm in aught to bind myself to them,
They too must bind themselves to me.

TERTSKY.

But how can it be known that you 're in earnest,
If the act follows not upon the word ?
You must yourself acknowledge, that in all
Your intercourses hitherto with the enemy,
You might have done with safety all you have done,

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