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WALLENSTEIN, TERTSKY.

Tertsky. Max Piccolomini just left you?

Wallenstein. Where is Wrangel?

Tertsky. He is already gone.

Wallenstein. In such a hurry?

Tertsky. It is as if the earth had swallowed him.

He had scarce left thee, when I went to seek him.

I wished some words with him — but he was gone. 5

How, when, and where, could no one tell me. Nay,

I half believe it was the devil himself;

A human creature could not so at once

Have vanished.

Illo (enters). Is it true that thou wilt send

Octavio?

Tertsky. How, Octavio! Whither send him? 10

Wallenstein. He goes to Frauenberg, and will lead hither

The Spanish and Italian regiments.

Illo. No!

Nay, Heaven forbid!

Wallenstein. And why should Heaven forbid?

Illo. Him! — that deceiver! Would’st thou trust to him

The soldiery? Him wilt thou let slip from thee, 15

Now, in the very instant that decides us ——

Tertsky. Thou wilt not do this! — No! I pray thee, no!

Wallenstein. Ye are whimsical.

Illo. O but for this time, Duke,

Yield to our warning! Let him not depart.

Wallenstein. And why should I not trust him only this time, 20

Who have always trusted him? What, then, has happened,

That I should lose my good opinion of him?

In complaisance to your whims, not my own,

I must, forsooth, give up a rooted judgment.

Think not I am a woman. Having trusted him 25

E’en till to-day, to-day too will I trust him.

Tertsky. Must it be he — he only? Send another.

Wallenstein. It must be he, whom I myself have chosen;

He is well fitted for the business. Therefore

I gave it him.

Illo. Because he’s an Italian — 30

Therefore is he well fitted for the business.

Wallenstein. I know you love them not — nor sire nor son —

Because 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, 35

Thorns in your footpath. 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; 40

Yet know the worth of each of you to me.

Illo. Von Questenberg, while he was here, was always

Lurking about with this Octavio.

Wallenstein. It happened with my knowledge and permission.

Illo. I know that secret messengers came to him 45

From Galas ——

Wallenstein. That’s not true.

Illo. O thou art blind

With thy deep-seeing eyes.

Wallenstein. Thou wilt not shake

My faith for me — my faith, which founds itself

On the profoundest science. If ‘tis false,

Then the whole science of the stars is false. 50

For know, I have a pledge from fate itself,

That he is the most faithful of my friends.

Illo. Hast thou a pledge, that this pledge is not false?

Wallenstein. There exist moments in the life of man,

When he is nearer the great soul of the world 55

Than is man’s custom, and possesses freely

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, 60

I looked 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, filled with anxious presentiment, 65

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 70

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 75

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. 80

Then midmost in the battle was I led

In spirit. Great the pressure and the tumult!

Then was my horse killed under me: I sank:

And over me away, all unconcernedly,

Drove horse and rider — and thus trod to pieces 85

I lay, and panted like a dying man.

Then seized me suddenly a saviour arm;

It was Octavio’s — I awoke at once,

‘Twas broad day, and Octavio stood before me.

‘My brother,’ said he,’do not ride to-day 90

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 warned me so.’

It was the swiftness of this horse that snatched me

From the hot pursuit of Bannier’s dragoons. 95

My cousin rode the dapple on that day.

And never more saw I or horse or rider.

Illo. That was a chance.

Wallenstein. There’s no such thing as chance.

In brief, ‘tis signed and sealed that this Octavio

Is my good angel — and now no word more. [He is retiring.

Tertsky. This is my comfort — Max remains our hostage. 100

Illo. 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? 105

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 — 110

No juggling chance can metamorphose them.

Have I the human kernel first examined?

Then I know, too, the future will and action.