And where it is thy will that thou shouldst be
Interr'd.
wallewsteix.
Thy soul is busy with these thoughts.
cotoxtess,
What! dost thou not believe that oft in dreams
A voice of warning speaks prophetic to us?
waii.ews reix.
There is no doubt that there exist such voices.
Yet I would not call them
Voices of warning that announce to us
Only the inevitable. As the sun,
Ere it is risen, sometimes paints its image
In the atmosphere, so often do the spirits
Of treat events stride on before the events,
And in to-day already walks to-morrow.
That which we read of the fourth Henry's death
Did ever vex and haunt me like a tale
Of my own future destiny. The king
Felt in his breast the phantom of the knife,
Long ere Ravaillac arm'd himself therewith.
His quiet mind forsook him: the phantasma
Started him in his Louvre, chased him forth
Into the open air : like funeral knells
Sounded that coronation festival;
And still with boding sense he heard the tread
of those feet that even then were seeking him
Throughout the streets of Paris.
cot wress.
And to thee
The voice within thy soul bodes nothing?
wallows reix.
Nothing.
Be wholly tranquil.
cou" Ntress.
And another time
I hasten’d after thee, and thou ran'st from me
Through a long suite, through many a spacious hall,
There seem'd no end of it: doors creak'd and clapp'd;
I follow'd panting, but could not o'ertake thee;
When on a sudden did I feel myself
Grasp'd from behind—the hand was cold, that grasp'd
ine—
'Twas thou, and thou didst kiss me, and there seem'd
A crimson covering to envelop us.
w Allew stret N.
That is the crimson tapestry of my chamber.
cotstess (gazing on him).
If it should come to that—if I should see thee,
Who standest now before me in the fulness
Of life— [She falls on his breast and weeps.
walleNSTEix.
The Emperor's proclamation weighs upon thee—
Alphabets wound not—and he finds no hands.
cotox Tess.
If he should find them, my resolve is taken–
I bear about me my support and refuge.
[Exit Countess.

wattlensteix. I hear a boisterous music' and the Castle is lighted up. Who are the revellers?

Gofanox.

There is a banquet given at the Castle
To the Count Tertsky, and Field Marshal Illo.

wall. Evs Teix. In honour of the victory—This tribe Can show their joy in nothing else but feasting.

Unrobe me. I will lay me down to sleep. [walless reis takes the keys from Gospox. So we are guarded from all enemies, And shut in with sure friends. For all must cheat me, or a face like this [Fixing his eye on Goat ox. was ne'er a hypocrite's mask. [The Gnoon of the Chamber takes off his mantle, collar, and scarf. wallexstriv. Take care—what is that? G Room of Tito chaxth ER. The golden chain is snapped in two. wall-existri v. Well, it has lasted long enough. Here-tive it. [He takes and looks at the chain. 'T was the first present of the Emperor. He hung it round me in the war of Friule, | He being then Archduke; and I have worn it Till now from habit—— From superstition, if you will. Belike, | It was to be a Talisman to me; And while I wore it on my neck in faith, It was to chain to me all my life long | The volatile fortune, whose first pledge it was. Well, be it so Ilenceforward a new fortune Must spring up for me: for the potency Of this charm is dissolved. [Gnoon of the Chambra retires with the vestments. WALLE-SI E1 N rises, takes a stride across the

posture of meditation. ! How the old time returns upon me! I Behold myself once more at Burgau, where We two were Pages of the Court together. We oftentimes disputed: thy intention Was ever good; but thou wert wont to play The Moralist and Preacher, and wouldst rail at me— | That I strove after things too high for me, Giving my faith to bold unlawful dreams, | And still extol to me the golden mean. —Thy wisdom hath been proved a thriftless friend To thy own self. See, it has made thce early A superannuated man, and (but That my inunificent stars will intervene) Would let thee in some miserable corner 'Go out like an untended lamp. go to don.

- My Prince: With light heart the poor fisher moors his boat, | And watches from the shore the lofty ship Stranded amid the storm.

[Rings. The Groow or the Chamber enters.

room, and stands at last before GoRDox in a

T

TTTTT-__ sex i.

In harbour then, old man? Well! I am not.
The unconquer'd spirit drives me o'er life's billows;
My planks still firm, my canvas swelling proudly.
Hope is my goddess still, and Youth my inmate;
And while we stand thus front to front alinost,
I might presume to say, that the swift years
Have passed by powerless oer my unblanched hair.

Goa pox. Who now persists in calling Fortune false? To me she has proved faithful, with fond love Took me from out the common ranks of men, And like a mother goddess, with strong arm Carried me swiftly up the steps of life. Nothing is common in my destiny, Nor in the furrows of my hand. Who dares Interpret then my life for me as 't were One of the undistinguishable many True in this present moment I appear Fallen low indeed; but I shall rise again. The high flood will soon follow on this ebb; The fountain of iny fortune, which now stops Repress'd and bound by some malicious star, Will soon in joy play forth from all its pipes.

Go a nox.

And yet remember 1 the good old proverb, • Let the night come before we praise the day. I would be slow from long continued fortune

o - To gather hope : for Hope is the companion

Given to the unfortunate by pitying Ileaven,
Fear hovers round the head of prosperous men:
For sull unsteady are the scales of fate.
walless reix (smiling).
I hear the very Gordon that of old
Was won to preach to me, now once more preaching;
I know well, that all sublunary things
Are still the vassals of vicissitude.
The unpropitious gods demand their tribute.
This long ago the ancient Pagans knew:
And therefore of their own accord they offer'd
To themselves injuries, so to atone
The jealousy of their divinities:
And human sacrifices bled to Typhon.
[After a pause, serious, and in a more subd, a
roariner.
I too have sacrificed to him—For me

Flee ere the dav-break! Trust not thy person to the Swedes: wall. Exs rein. What now Is in thy thoughts? sex (with louder voice). Trust not thy person to these Swedes. wallex's reix." What is it then? sent (still more urgently). Owait not the arrival of these Swedes; An evil near at hand is threatening thee From false friends. All the signs stand full of horror! Near, near at hand the net-work of Perdition— Yea, even now "t is being cast around thee! wall. Exsrf ix. Baptista, thou art dreaming!—Fear befools thee. sex i. Believe not that an empty fear deludes me. Come, read it in the planetary aspects; Head it thyself, that ruin threatens thee From false friends! wallowstfix. From the falseness of my friends IIas risen the whole of my unprosperous fortunes. The warning should have come before. At present I need no revelation from the stars To know that. st wi. Come and see! trust thine A fearful sign stands in the house of life— An enemy; a fiend lurks close behind The radiance of thv planet.—o be warn'd. Deliver not thyself up to these heathens, To wage a war against our holy church. watosroix (laughing gently). The oracle rails that way! Yes, yes! Now ! recollect. This junction with the Swedes Did never please thee—lay thyself to sleep, Baptista Signs like these I do not fear. Gondon (who during the whole of this dialogue has shown marks of extreme agitation, and yow turns to

Walless reis). My Duke and General! May dare presume? wall exstrix. Speak freely. Gofanox.

What if t were no mere creation of fear, if God's high providence vouchsafed To interpose its aid for your deliverance, And made that mouth its organ wal. LENs reix. Ye're both feverish!

How can mishap come to me from the Swedes,
They sought this junction with me—t is their interest.
condon (with difficulty suppressing his emotion).
But what if the arrival of these Swedes—
What if this were the very thing that wing'd
The ruin that is flying to your temples:
[Flings himself at his foot.
There is yet time, my Prince.
skvr.

O hear him! hear him!

- goadon (rises).
The Rhine-Grave's still far off. Give but the orders,
This citadel shall close its gates upon him.
If then he will besiege us, let him try it.
But this I say; he’ll find his own destruction
With his whole force before these ramparts, sooner
Than weary down the valour of our spirit.
He shall experience what a band of heroes,
Inspirited by an heroic leader,
Is able to perform. And if indeed
It be thy serious wish to make amend
For that which thou hast done amiss, this, this
Will touch and reconcile the Emperor
Who gladly turns his heart to thoughts of mercy,
And Friedland, who returns repentant to him,
Will stand yet higher in his Emperor's favour,
Than e'er he stood when he had never fallen.
wallenstein (contemplates him with surprise, remains
silent awhile, betraying strong emotion).
Gordon—your zeal and fervour lead you far.
Well, well—an old friend has a privilege.
Blood, Gordon, has been flowing. Never, never
Can the Emperor pardon me: and if he could,
Yet 1–I ne'er could let myself be pardon'd.
Had I foreknown what now has taken place,
That he, my dearest friend, would fall for me,
My first death-offering : and had the heart
Spoken to me, as now it has done—Gordon,
It may be, I might have bethought myself.
It may be too, I might not. Might or might not,
Is now an idle question. All too seriously
Has it begun to end in nothing, Gordon
Let it then have its course.
[Stepping to the window.
All dark and silent—at the castle too
All is now hush'd—Light me, Chamberlain
[The Gaoom of the Chamber, who had entered
during the last dialogue, and had been stand-
ing at a distance and listening to it with wi-
sible expressions of the deepest interest, ad-
vances in extreme agitation, and throus
himself at the Duke's feet.
And thou too! But I know why thou dost wish
My reconcilement with the Emperor.
Poor man! he hath a small estate in Caern then,
And fears it will be forfeited because
He's in my service. Am I then so poor,
That I no longer can indemnify
My servants? well to no one I employ
Means of compulsion. If t is thy belief
That fortune has fled from me, go! forsake me.
This night for the last time mayst thou unrobe me,
And then go over to thy Emperor.
Gordon, good night! I think to make a long
Sleep of it: for the struggle and the turmoil
Of this last day or two was great. May ’t please you!
Take care that they awake me not too early.
[Exit Wallenstein, the Groow of the Chamber
lighting him. SEN1 follows, Gordon remains
on the darkened stage, following the Duke
with his eye, till he disappears at the farther
end of the gallery: then by his gestures the
old man expresses the depth of his anguish,
and stands leaning against a pillar.

SCEN E IV. Gondon, Butlem (at first behind the scenes).

butler (not yet come into view of the stage). Here stand in silence till I give the signal. connon (starts up). "T is he, he has already brought the murderers. Butlett. The lights are out. All lies in profound sleep. Gondo N. What shall I do, shall I attempt to save him? Shall I call up the house? Alarm the guards? butler (appears, but scarcely on the stage). A light gleams hither from the corridor. It leads directly to the Duke's bed-chamber. Gort don. But then I break my oath to the Emperor; If he escape and strengthen the enemy, Do I not hereby call down on my head All the dread consequences? nutler (stepping forward). Ilark | Who speaks there! Gordon. "T is better, I resign it to the hands Of providence. For what am I, that I Should take upon myself so great a deed! I have not murder'd him, if he be murder'd; But all his rescue were my act and deed; Mine—and whatever be the consequences, I must sustain them. butleh (advances). I should know that voice. Gondon.

countess. What is it, Senio PAGE (from the Gallery). Opiteous sight! [Other Servants hasten in with torches. countess. What is it? For God's sake! sent. And do you ask? Within the Duke lies murder’d—and your husband Assassinated at the Castle. [The Countess stands motionless. FEMALE servant (rushing across the stage). Help! help! the Duchess! buscom Aster (enters). What mean these confused Loud cries, that wake the sleepers of this house? Gordon. Your house is cursed to all eternity. In your house doth the Duke lie murder'd : surgomasrea (rushing out). Heaven forbid! first seawaxt. Fly! fly! they murder us all ! second skavant (carrying silver plate). That way! The lower Passages are block'd up. voics (from behind the scene). Make room for the Lieutenant-General: [At these words the Countess starts from her stupor, collects herself, and retires suddenly. voice (from behind the scene). Keep back the people! Guard the door:

To these enters Octavio Piccolomixi with all his Train. At the same time Devensus and Macdonald enter from out the Corridor with the Hallerdiers.—wallenstein's dead Body is carried over the back part of the Stage, wrapped in a piece of crimson tapestry. octavio (entering abruptly). It must not be! It is not possible! Butler Gordon : I Il not believe it. Say no! [Gondon, without answering, points with his hand to the Body of Wallenstein as it is carried over the back of the stage. Octavio looks that way, and stands overpowered with horror. devereux (to Butler). Here is the golden fleece—the Duke's sword— MACDo NAL.D. Is it your order— hurlen (pointing to Octavio). Here stands he who now Hath the sole power to issue orders. [Devineux and Macdonald retire with marks of obeisance. One drops away after the other, till only Burton, Octavio, and Goadox remain on the stage.

octavio (turning to Burlen). Was that my purpose, Butler, when we parted? O God of Justice! To thee I lift my hand! I am not guilty Of this foul deed.

Who next is to be murder'd : Who is next

O curse of Kings,
Infusing a dread life into their words,
And linking to the sudden transient thought
The unchangeable irrevocable deed.
Was there necessity for such an eager
Despatch? Couldst thou not grant the merciful
A time for mercy? Time is man's good Angel.
To leave no interval between the sentence,
And the fulfilment of it, doth beseem
God only, the immutable!
butler.
For what
Rail you against me? What is my offence?
The Empire from a fearful enemy
Have I deliver d, and expect reward.
The single difference betwixt you and me
Is this: you placed the arrow in the bow ;
I pull'd the string. You sow'd blood, and yet stand
Astonish'd that blood is come up. I always
Knew what I did, and therefore no result
Hath power to frighten or surprise my spirit.
Have you aught else to order; for this instant
I make my best speed to Vienna; place
My bleeding sword before my Emperor's Throne,
And hope to gain the applause which undelaying
And punctual obedience may demand
From a just judge. [Exit Burles.
SC E N E X.
To these enter the Couvress Teatsky, pale and disor-
dered. Her utterance is slow and feeble, and unim-
passioned.
octavio (meeting her).
O Countess Tertsky! These are the results
Of luckless unblest deeds.
countess.
They are the fruits
Of your contrivances. The Duke is dead,
My husband too is dead, the Duchess struggles
In the pangs of death, my niece has disappeard.
This house of splendour, and of princely glory,
Doth now stand desolated: the affrighted servants
Rush forth through all its doors. I am the last
Therein; I shut it up, and here deliver
The keys.
octavio (with a deep anguish).
O Countess! my house too is desolate.
countess.

To be maltreated Lo! the Duke is dead. The Emperor's vengeance may be pacified' Spare the old servants; let not their fidelity Be imputed to the faithful as a crime—