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THE PICCOLOMINI, ETC. Both wife and daughter does the Duke call hither!
He crowds in visitants from all sides.
To hear of nought but warlike circumstance,
Of gentler sort, and lovely, should be present
ILLO (who has been standing in the attitude of Ye have come late-but ye are come! The distance,
meditation, to BUTLER, whom he leads a little Count Isolan, excuses your delay.
on one side). ISOLANI.
And how came you to know Add this too, that we come not empty-handed.
That the Count Galas joins us not? At Donauwert' it was reported to us,
BUTLER A Swedish caravan was on its way
Because Transporting a rich cargo of provision,
Ifc importuned me to remain bebind.
ILLO (with warmth).
[Grasping his hand with affection.
Noble Butier! Just in time to banquet The illustrious company assembled here.
After the obligation which the Duke
llad laid so newly on me-BUTLER.
ILLO. 'T is all alive! a stirring scene here!
I had forgotten
A pleasant duty-Major General,
I wish you joy! The very churches are all full of soldiers.
ISOLANI [Casts his
What, you mean, of his regiment? And in the Council-house too, I observe,
I hear, too, that to make the gift still sweeter, You 're sealed, quite at home! Well, well! we soldiers
The Duke has given him the
very same Must shift and suit us in what way we can.
In which he first saw service, and since then,
Work'd himself, step by step, through each preferment, We have the colonels here of thirty regiments.
From the ranks upwards. And verily, it gives
To the whole corps, if once in their remembrance The Piccolomini, both son and father-
An old deserving soldier makes his way. You 'll meet with many an unexpected greeting
BUTLER. Froin many an old friend and acquaintance. Only
I am perplex'd and doubtful, whether or no Galas is wanting still, and Altringer.
I dare accept this your congratulation.
The Emperor has not yet confirm'd the appointment. Expect not Galas. ILLO (hesitating).
Seize it, friend! Seize it! The hand which in that post How so? Do you know
strong enough to keep you there,
Spite of the Emperor and his Ministers ?
Ay, if we would but so consider it!
If we would all of us consider it so! We were engaged with Mansfeld hard by Dessau), 'I sce the youth, in my mind's eye I see him,
The Emperor gives us nothing; from the Duke Leap his black war-horse from the bridge adown,
Comes all-whate'er we bope, whate'er we have. And t'ward his father, then in extreme peril,
ISOLANI (to Illo). Beat up against the strong tide of the Elbe.
My noble brother! did I tell you how The down was scarce upon his chin! I hear
The Duke will satisfy my creditors ? He has made good the promise of his youth,
Will be himself my banker for the future, And the full hero now is finishi'd in him.
Make me once more a creditable man!
And this is now the third time, think of that!
This kingly-minded man has rescued me
From absolute ruin, and restored my honour.
O that his power but kept pace with his wishes !
Why, friend! he'd give the whole world to his soldiers. "A town about 12 German miles N. E, of Ulm.
• The Dukes in Germany being always reigning powers, their . But at Vienna, brother!-here's the grievance!sons and daughters are entitled Princes and Priocesses.
What politic schemes do they not lay to shorten
and where they can, to clip his pinions. You did present yourself upon the part Then these new dainty requisitions! these,
Of the Emperor, lo supplicate our Duke Which this same Questepberg brings hither! That he would straight assume the chief command.
Ay! To supplicate? Nay, noble General ! These requisitions of the Emperor,
So far extended neither my commission too have beard about them; but I hope
(At least to my own knowledge) nor my zeal. The Duke will not draw back a single inch! ILLO.
Well, well, then-to compel him, if you chuse. Not from liis right most surely, unless first
I can remember me right well, Count Tilly
Had suffer'd total rout upon the Lech.
Bavaria lay all open to the enemy,
Whom there was nothing to delay from pressing ISOLANI (at the same time with BUTLER, and in a hurrying Onwards into the very heart of Austria. voice).
At that time you and Werdenberg appear'd We should be ruin'd, every one of us!
Before our General, storming him with prayers,
And menacing the Emperor's displeasure,
No more! Unless he took compassion on this wretchedness. Yonder I see our worthy friend ' approaching
ISOLANI (steps up to them). With the Lieutenant-General, Piccolomini.
Yes, yes, 't is comprehensible enough,
You were not all too willing to remember
Why not, Count Isolan?
It was the urgent business of that time Ay, ay! more still! Still more new visitors!
To snatch Bavaria from her enemy's hand; Acknowledge, friend! that never was a camp,
And my commission of to-day instructs me
To free her from her good friends and protectors. Which held at once so many heads of heroes.
ILLO. [-Approaching nearer. Welcome, Count Isolani!
A worthy office! After with our blood
We have wrested this Bohemia from the Saxon,
To be swept out of it is all our thanks,
The sole reward of all our hard-won victories.
QUESTENBERG. And Colonel Butler-trust me, I rejoice
Unless that wretched land be doomed to suffer Thus to renew acquaintance with a man
Only a change of evils, it must be
Freed from the scourge alike of friend and foe.
What? 'T was a favourable year; the boors
Can answer fresh demands already. [TO QUESTENBERG, presenting Butler and Isolani at the
QUESTENBERG (to OCTAVIO).
And is the poorer hy even so many subjects.
QUESTENBERG. 'T is not the first time, noble Minister,
Yet with a difference, General! The one fill
With profitable industry the purse,
it. Once before The sword has made the Emperor poor; the plough I stood before these colours.
Must reinvigorate his resources.
ISOLANI. Perchance too you remember where that was.
Sure! It was at Znäimin Moravia, where
Times are not yet so bad. Methinks I see
[ Examining with his eye the dress and ornaments Spoken with a sneer. * A town not far from the Mine-mountains, on the high road
of QUESTENBERG from Vienna to Prague.
Good store of gold that still remains uncoin'd.
Nor will he offer one up to another.
And therefore thrusts he us into the deserts On whom the Emperor heaps bis gifts and graces, As beasts of prey, that so he may prescrve To the heart-burning of all good Bohemians
His dear sheep fattening in his fields at home. Those minions of court favour, those court harpics,
QUESTENBERG (with a sneer). Who fatten on the wrecks of citizens
Count! this comparison you make, not I. Driven from their house and home-who reap no
Why, were we all the Court supposes us, Save in the general calamity
'T were dangerous, sure, to give us liberty. Who now, with kingly pomp, insult and mock
QUESTENBERG. The desolation of their country--these,
You have taken liberty-it was not given you. Let these, and such as these, support the war,
And therefore it becomes an urgent duty The fatal war, which they alone enkindled!
To rein it in with curbs.
OCTAVIO (interposing and addressing QUESTENBERG). And those state-parasites, who have their feet
My noble friend, So constantly beneath the Emperor's table,
This is no more than a remembrancing Who cannot let a benefice fall, but they
That you are now in camp, and among warriors. Snap at it with dog's liunger-they, forsooth,
The soldier's boldness constitutes bis freedom.
Talk even so ? One runs into the other.
The boldness of this worthy officer,
[Pointing to BUTLER. How when I went to court seven years ago,
Which now has but mistaken in its mark, To see about new horses for our regiment,
Preserved, when pought but boldness could preserve it, How from one antechamber to another
To the Emperor his capital city, Prague, They drage'd me on, and left me by the hour
In a most formidable mutiny To kick my heels among a crowd of simpering
Of the whole garrison. [Military music at a distance. Feast-fatten's slaves, as if I had come thither
Hah! here they come!
The sentrics are saluting them: this signal
Announces the arrival of the Duchess. Straight I began to muster up my sins
OCTAVIO (to QUESTENBERG). For absolution- but do such luck for me!
my son Max. too has relurned. 'T was he This was the man, this capuchin, with whom
Fetch'd and attended them from Carnthen hither. I was to treat concerning the army horses:
ISOLANI (to Illo).
Shall we not go in company to greet them?
Well, let us go.--Ho! Colonel Butler, come.
(To Octavio. QUESTENBERG.
You 'll not forget, that yet ere noon we meet
(Exeunt all but QUESTENBERG and Octavio.
QUESTENBERG and OCTAVIO.
War is a violent trade; one cannot always
"Tis man's nature
Yes, the Duke
I know a spell that will soon dispossess
Their little army faithful to its duty, The evil spirit in him.
And daily it becomes more numerous. QUESTENBERG (walking up and down in evident disquiet). Nor can he take us by surprise : you know Friend, friend!
I hold bim all encompass'd by my listeners. 0! this is worse, far worse, than we had suffer'd Whate'er he does, is mine, even while 't is doingOurselves to dream of at Vienna. There
No step so small, but instantly I hear it; We saw it only with a courtier's eyes,
Yea, his own mouth discloses it. Eyes dazzled by the splendour of the throne.
QUESTENBERG. We had not seen the War-chief, the Commander,
'T is quite
The foe so ncar!
Reware, you do not think,
That I by lying arts, and complaisant
Hypocrisy, have skulked into his graces :
Or with the substance of smooth professions
Nourish his all-confiding friendship! No-
Compellid alike by prudence, and that duty Which you deliver to me from the Court.
Which we all owè our country, and our sovereign, The least suspicion of the General
To hide my genuine feelings from him, yet Costs me my freedom and my life, and would
Ne'er have I duped him with base counterfeits ! But hasten his most desperate enterprise.
It is the visible ordinance of Heaven.
I know not what it is that so attracts
And links him both to me and to my son. Flatly refuse, to obey the Imperial orders.
Comrades and friends we always were
- long habit, Friend, he can do 't, and what he can, he will. Adventurous deeds performed in company. And then the impunity of liis defiance
And all those many and various incidents Oh! what a proclamation of our weakness !
Which store a soldier's memory with affections,
Had bound us long and early to each otherD' ye think too, he has brought his wife and daughter Yet I can name the day, when all at once Without a purpose hither? Here in cainp!
Ilis heart rose on me, and his confidence And at the very point of time, in which
Shot out in sudden growth. It was the morning We're arming for the war? That he has taken
Before the meinorable fight at Lutzner. These, the last pledges of his loyalty,
Urged by an ugly dream. I sought liim out, Away from out the Emperor's domains
To press him to accept another charger. This is no doubtful token of the nearness
At distance from the tents, beneath a tree, Of some eruption!
I found him in a sleep. When I had waked him, QUESTENBERG.
And had related all my bodings to him, How shall we hold footing Long time be stared upon me, like a man Beneath this tempest, which collects itself
Astounded; thereon fell upon my neck, And threats us from all quarters? The enemy
And manifested to me an emotion Of the empire on our borders, now already
That far outstripp'd the worth of that small service. The master of the Danube, and still farther,
Since then his confidence has follow'd me And farther still, extending every hour!
With the same pace that mine has fled from him. In our interior the alarum-bells
You lead your son into the secret?
QUESTENBERG. Seduced, run wild, lost to all discipline,
What! and not warn him either what bad hands Loosen'd, and rent asuvder from the state
His lot has placed him in?
I must perforce
Leave him in wardship to his innocence.
His Nay, nay, friend! let us not despair too soon.
young and open soul-dissiovulation Men's words are ever bolder than their deeds:
Is foreign to its habits! ignorance And many a resolute, who now appears
Alone can keep alive the cheerful air, Made up to all extremes, will, on a sudden
The unembarrass'd sense and light free spirit, Find in his breast a heart he wot pot of,
That make the Duke secure. Let but a single honest man speak out
QUESTENBERG (anxiously). The true name of his crime! Remember too,
My honour'd friend! most highly do I deem We stand not yet so wholly unprotected.
of Colonel Piccolomini-yet-ifCounts Altringer and Galas have maintain'd
Reflect a little
OCTAVIO (to QUESTENBERG).
Hush! Suppress it friend! Hush !-- There he comes !
Unless some end were answer'd by the utterance.
Of him there you 'll make nothing.
In their distress Max. PICCOLOMINI, Octavio PICCOLOMINI, They call a spirit up, and when he comes, QUESTENBERG.
Straight their flesh creeps and quivers, and they dread
him Ha! there he is himself. Welcome, my father!
More than the ills for which they call'd him up. [He embraces his father. As he turns round, Like things of every day.—But in the field,
The uncommon, the sublime, must seem and be
Aye, there the Present being makes itself felt,
The personal must command, the actual cye
Examine. If to be the chieftain asks:
All that is great in nature, let it be
Likewise his privilege to move and act
In all the correspondencies of greatness.
The oracle within him, that which lives,
He must invoke and question—not dead books,
My son! of those old narrow ordinances
Let us not hold too lightly. They are weights Not on mine own account alone I seized it,
Of priceless valuc, which oppress'd mankind
Tied to the volatile will of their oppressors. And nothing common will I say therewith. [Taking the hands of both.
For always formidable was the league Octavio-Max, Piccolomini!
And partnership of free power
with free will. O saviour names, and full of happy omen!
of ancient ordinance, though it winds, Nc'er will her prosperous genius turn from Austria,
is yet no devious way. Straight forward gous While two such stars, with blessed influences
The lightning's path, and straight the fearful path Beaming protection, shine above her hosts.
Of the cannoo-hall. Direct it flies and rapid, Shattering that it may reach, and shattering what it
reaches. Heh!-Noble minister! You miss your part. You came not here to act a panegyric.
My son! the road, the human being travels, You're sent, I know, to find fault and to scold us
That, on which BLESSING comes and goes, doth follow
The river's course, the valley's playful windings,
Curves round the corn-field and the hill of vines,
Honouring the holy bounds of property!
And thus secure, thougla late, leads to its end.
Who is at once the hero and the man.
A war of fifteen years
Hath been thy education and thy school. Another's taste and fancy. He 'll not dance
Peace hast thou never witness'd! There exists To every tune of every minister :
An higher than the warrior's excellence. It goes against his nature-he can't do it.
In war itself war is no ultimate purpose. He is possess'd by a commanding spirit,
The vast and sudden deeds of violence, And his too is the station of command.
Adventures wild, and wonders of the moment, And well for us it is so! There exist
These are not they, my son, that generale Few fit to rule themselves, but few that use
The Calm, the Blissful, and the enduring Mighty! Their intellects intelligently.-- Then
Lo there! the soldier, rapid architect! Well for the whole, if there be found a man,
Builds his light town of canvas, and at once Who makes himself what nature destined him,
The whole scene moves and bustles momently, The pause, the central point to thousand thousands With arms, and neighing steeds, and mirth and quarrel Stands fixed and stately, like a firm-built column, The motley market fills; the roads, the streams Where all may press with joy and confidence.
Are crowded with new freights, trade stirs and hurries! Now such a man is Wallenstein; and if
But on some morrow morn, all suddenly, Another better suits the court--no other
The tents drop down, the horde renews its march.
Dreary, and solitary as a church-yard
The meadow and down-trodden seed-plot lie,
And the year's harvest is gone utterly.