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BUTLER and GORDON.

Gordon. Is it you?

How my heart sinks! The Duke a fugitive traitor!

His princely head attainted! O my God!

Butler. You have received the letter which I sent you

By a post-courier?

Gordon. Yes! and in obedience to it 5

Opened the strong hold to him without scruple.

For an imperial letter orders me

To follow your commands implicitly.

But yet forgive me; when even now I saw

The Duke himself, my scruples recommenced. 10

For truly, not like an attainted man,

Into this town did Friedland make his entrance;

His wonted majesty beamed from his brow,

And calm, as in the days when all was right,

Did he receive from me the accounts of office; 15

‘Tis said, that fallen pride learns condescension:

But sparing and with dignity the Duke

Weighed every syllable of approbation,

As masters praise a servant who has done

His duty, and no more.

Butler. ‘Tis all precisely 20

As I related in my letter. Friedland

Has sold the army to the enemy,

And pledged himself to give up Prague and Egra.

On this report the regiments all forsook him,

The five excepted that belong to Tertsky, 25

And which have followed him, as thou hast seen.

The sentence of attainder is passed on him,

And every loyal subject is required

To give him in to justice, dead or living.

Gordon. A traitor to the Emperor — Such a noble! 30

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 covered pitfall. The human being

May not be trusted to self-government. 35

The clear and written law, the deep trod footmarks

Of ancient custom, are all necessary

To keep him in the road of faith and duty.

The authority entrusted to this man

Was unexampled and unnatural 40

It placed him on a level with his Emperor,

Till the proud soul unlearned submission. Wo is me;

I mourn for him! for where he fell, I deem

Might none stand firm. Alas! dear General,

We in our lucky mediocrity 45

Have ne’er experienced, cannot calculate,

What dangerous wishes such a height may breed

In the heart of such a man.

Butler. Spare your laments

Till he need sympathy; for at this present

He is still mighty, and still formidable. 50

The Swedes advance to Egra by forced marches,

And quickly will the junction be accomplished.

This must not be! The Duke must never leave

This strong hold on free footing; for I have

Pledged life and honour here to hold him prisoner, 55

And your assistance ‘tis on which I calculate.

Gordon. O that I had not lived to see this day!

From his hand I received this dignity,

He did himself entrust this strong hold to me,

Which I am now required to make his dungeon. 60

We subalterns have no will of our own:

The free, the mighty man 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! 65

Butler. Nay, let it not afflict you, that your power

Is circumscribed. Much liberty, much error!

The narrow path of duty is securest.

Gordon. And all then have deserted him, you say?

He has built up the luck of many thousands; 70

For kingly was his spirit: his full hand

Was ever open! Many a one from dust

Hath he selected, from the very dust

Hath raised him into dignity and honour.

And yet no friend, not one friend hath he purchased, 75

Whose heart beats true to him in the evil hour.

Butler. Here’s one, I see.

Gordon. I have enjoyed 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 office 80

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 85

Which to my fealty was first delivered.

Butler. Say, then, will you fulfil the attainder on him?

Gordon. If it be so — if all be as you say —

If he’ve betrayed the Emperor, his master,

Have sold the troops, have purposed to deliver 90

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 95

At the same period; but I was the senior.

Butler. I have heard so ——

Gordon. ‘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: 100

His frame of mind was serious and severe

Beyond his years: his dreams were of great objects.

He walked amidst us of a silent spirit,

Communing with himself: yet I have known him

Transported on a sudden into utterance 105

Of strange conceptions; kindling into splendour

His soul revealed itself, and he spake so

That we looked round perplexed upon each other,

Not knowing whether it were craziness,

Or whether it were a god that spoke in him. 110

Butler. 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 betrayed clear marks

Of a distempered fancy.

Gordon. He became 115

Doubtless more self-enwrapt and melancholy;

He made himself a Catholic. Marvellously

His marvellous preservation had transformed him.

Thenceforth he held himself for an exempted

And privileged being, and, as if he were 120

Incapable of dizziness or fall,

He ran along the unsteady rope of life.

But now our destinies drove us asunder:

He paced with rapid step the way of greatness,

Was Count, and Prince, Duke-regent, and Dictator. 125

And now is all, all this too little for him;

He stretches forth his hands for a king’s crown,

And plunges in unfathomable ruin.

Butler. No more, he comes.

[After 72] [With a sly glance on BUTLER. 1800, 1828, 1829.

[Before 88] Gordon (pauses reflecting — then as in deep dejection).

1800, 1828, 1829.