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The five excepted that belong to Tertsky,
And which have follow'd him, as thou hast seen.
The sentence of attainder is pass'd on him,
And every loyal subject is required
To give him up to justice, dead or living.
Gor. A traitor to the Emperor-Such a noble !
Of such high talents! What is human greatness ?
I often said, this can't end happily.
His might, his greatness, and this obscure power
Are but a cover'd pit-fall. The human being
May not be trusted to self-government.
The clear and written law, the deep-trod foot-marks
Of ancient custom, are all necessary
To keep him in the road of faith and duty.
The authority intrusted to this man
Was unexampled and unnatural,
It plac'd him on a level with his Emperor,
Till the proud soul unlearn’d submission. Woe is me;
I mourn for him! for where he fell, I deem
Might none stand firm. Alas! dear General,
We in our lucky mediocrity
Have ne’er experienc'd, cannot calculate,
What dangerous wishes such a height may breed
In the heart of such a man.
Till he need sympathy; for at this present
He is still mighty, and still formidable.
The Swedes advance to Egra by forc'd marches,
And quickly will the junction be accomplish’d.
This must not be! The Duke must never leave
This strong hold on free footing; for I have
Pledg'd life and honour here to hold him pris’ner,
And your assistance 'tis on which I calculate.
Gor. O that I had not liv'd to see this day !
From his hand I receiv’d this dignity.
He did himself intrust this strong hold to me,
Which I am now requir’d to make his dungeon.
We subalterns have no will of our own :
The free, the mighty inan alone may listen
To the fair impulse of his human nature.
Ah! we are but the poor tools of the law,
Obedience the sole virtue we dare aim at.
But. Nay, let it not afflict you,
that your power Is circumscrib’d. Much liberty, much error! The narrow path of duty is securest.
Gor. And all, then, have deserted him, you say?" He has built up the luck of many thousands, For kingly was his spirit: his full hand Was ever open. Many a one from dust
[With a side glance at Butler.
Hath he selected, from the very dust
Hath rais'd him into dignity and honour.
And yet no friend, not one friend hath he purchas'd,
Whose heart beats true to him in the evil hour.
But. Here's one I see.
I have enjoy'd from him
No grace or favour. I could almost doubt
If ever, in his greatness, he once thought on
An old friend of his youth. For still my
Kept me at distance from him ; and when first
He to this citadel appointed me,
He was sincere and serious in his duty.
I do not then abuse his confidence,
If I preserve my fealty in that,
Which to my fealty was first deliver'd.
But. Say, then, will you fulfill th' attainder on him?
Gor. (pauses reflecting-then as in deep dejection). If it be so - if all be as you sayIf he've betrayed the Emperor, his master, Have sold the troops, have purpos’d to deliver
The strong holds of the country to the enemy-
Yea, truly !-there is no redemption for him-
Yet it is hard, that me the lot should destine
To be the instrument of his perdition ;
For we were pages at the court of Bergau
At the same period; but I was the senior.
But. I have heard so
'Tis full thirty years since then.
A youth who scarce had seen his twentieth year
Was Wallenstein, when he and I were friends :
Yet even then he had a daring soul :
His frame of mind was serious and severe
Beyond his years; his dreams were of great objects.
He walk'd amidst us of a silent spirit,
Communing with himself: yet I have known him
Transported on a sudden into utterance
Of strange conceptions; kindling into splendour,
His soul reveal'd itself, and he spake so
That we look'd round perplex'd upon each other,
Not knowing whether it were craziness,
Or whether 'twere a god that spoke in him.
But. But was it where he fell two story high
From a window-ledge, on which he had fallen asleep,
And rose up free from injury ? From this day
(It is reported) he betray'd clear marks
Of a distemper'd fancy.
Doubtless, more self-enwrapt and melancholy;
He made bimself a Catholic. Marvellously
His marvellous preservation had transform'd him.
Thenceforth he held himself for an exempted
And privileg'd being, and, as if he were
Incapable of dizziness or fall,
He ran along the unsteady rope of life.
But now our destinies drove us asunder:
He pac'd with rapid step the way of greatness,
Was count, and prince, duke regent, and dictator,
And now is alı, all this too little for him;
He stretches forth his hands for a king's crown,
And plunges in unfathomable ruin.
But. No more, he comes.
To these enter WALLENSTEIN, in conversation with
the BURGOMASTER of Egra.
Wal. You were at one time a free town.
Ye bear the half eagle in your city arms.
Why the half eagle only?
But for these last two lur.dred years has Egra
Remain’d ir pledge to the Bohemian crown ;
Therefore we bear the half eagle, the other half
Being cancellid till the empire ransom us,
If ever that should be.
Ye merit freedom.
Only be firm and dauntless. Lend your ears
To no designing, whispering court minions.
What may your imposts be ?
So heavy that
We totter under them. The garrison
Lives at our costs.
I will relieve
me, There are some Protestants among you still ?
[The Burgomaster hesitates. Yes, yes ; I know it. Many lie conceald Within these walls—Confess now-you yourself
[Fixes his eye on him. The Burgomaster alarmed. Be not alarm’d. I hate the Jesuits. Could my will have determin’d it, they had Been long ago expell’d the empire. Trust me
Mass-book or bible-'tis all one to me.
Of that the world has had sufficient proof.
I built a church for the reform'd in Glogan
At my own instance. Hark'e, Burgomaster,
What is your name?
Bur Pachhälbel, mar it please you.
Wal. Hark'e !
But let it go no further, what I now
Disclose to you in confidence.
[Laying his head on the Burgomaster's shoulder
with a certain solemnity.
Draw near to their fulfilment, Burgomaster !
The high will fall, the low will be exalted.
Hark’e! But keep it to yourself! The end
Approaches of the Spanish double monarchy-
A new arrangement is at hand. You saw
The three moons that appear'd at once in the heaven.
Bur. With wonder and affright!
Whereof did two
Strangely transform themselves to bloody daggers,
And only one, the middle moon, remain'd
Steady and clear.
We applied it to the Turks.
Wal. The Turks ! That all ?-I tell you, that two
Will set in blood, in the east and in the west,
And Luth’ranism alone remain.
[Observing Gordon and Butler.
l'faith, 'Twas a smart cannonading that we heard This evening as we journey'd hitherward; 'Twas on our left hand. Did you hear it here ?
Gor. Distinctly. The wind broughtit from the south. But. It seem'd to come from Weiden or from Neustadt.