MAX.

My General

WALLENSTEIN.

"Till now it was the Emperor who rewarded thee,
I but the instrument. This day thou hast bound
The father to thee, Max! the fortunate father,
And this debt Friedland's self must pay,

MAX.

My prince!

You made no common hurry to transfer it.
I come with shame: yea, not without a pang !
For scarce have I arrived here, scarce delivered
The mother and the daughter to your arms,
But there is brought to me from your equerry
A splendid richly-plated hunting dress
So to remumerate me for my trobles-
Yes, yes, remunerate me! Since a trouble
It must be, a mere office, not a favour
Which I leapt forward to receive, and which
I came already with full heart to thank you for.
No! 'twas not so intended, that my business
Should be my highest best good fortune!

[TERTSKY enters, and delivers letters to the Duke, which he breaks open hurryingly.

COUNTESS (to Max).

Remunerate your trouble! For his joy

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He makes you recompense. 'Tis not unfitting.
For you, Count Piccolomini, to feel

So tenderly-my brother it beseems

To shew himself for ever great and princely.
THEKLA.

Then I too must have scruples of his love:
For his munificent hands did ornament me
Ere yet the father's heart had spoken to me,
MAX.

Yes; 'tis his nature ever to be giving

And making happy.

[He grasps the hand of the Duchess with still

increasing warmth.

Hów my

heart pours out

Its all of thanks to him: O! how I seem

To utter all things in the dear name Friedland.
While I shall live, so long will I remain
The captive of this name: in it shall bloom
My every fortune, every lovely hope.
Inextricably as in some magic ring

In this name hath my destiny charm-bound me!

COUNTESS.

(Who during this time has been anxiously watching

the Duke, and remarks that he is lost in thought

over the letters.)

My brother wishes us to leave him. Come.

WALLENSTEIN.

(Turns himself round quick, collects himself, and speaks with cheerfulness to the Duchess.)

Once more I bid thee welcome to the camp,
Thou art the hostess of this court. You, Max.
Will now again administer your old office,
While we perform the sovereign's business here.
(Max. Piccolomini offers the Duchess his arm, the
Countess accompanies the Princess.)

TERTSKY (calling after him).

Max. we depend on seeing you at the meeting.

SCENE X.

WALLENSTEIN, COUNT TERTSKY.
WALLENSTEIN (in deep thought to himself).

She hath seen all things as they are-It is so
And squares completely with my other notices.
They have determined finally in Vienna,

Have given me my successor already;

It is the king of Hungary, Ferdinand,

The Emperor's delicate son! he's now their saviour,
He's the new star that's rising now! Of us
They think themselves already fairly rid,

And as we were deceased, the heir already

Is entering on possession-Therefore-dispatch!

[As he turns round he observes Tertsky, and gives

him a letter.

Count Altringer will have himself excused,

And Galas too-I like not this!

TERTSKY.

And if

Thou loiterest longer, all will fall away,

One following the other.

WALLENSTEIN.

Altringer

Is master of the Tyrole passes. I must forthwith
Send some one to him, that he let not in

The Spaniards on me from the Milanese.

-Well, and the old Sesin, that ancient trader

In contraband negociations, he

Has shewn himself again of late. What brings he From the Count Thur?

TERTSKY.

The Count communicates,

He has found out the Swedish chancellor

At Halberstadt, where the convention's held,

Who says, you've tired him out, and that he'll have No further dealings with you.

WALLENSTEIN.

And why so?

TERTSKY.

He says, you are never in earnest in your speeches,
That you decoy the Swedes-to make fools of them,
Will league yourself with Saxony against them,
And at last make yourself a riddance of them
With a paltry sum of money.

WALLENSTEIN.

So then, doubtless,

Yes, doubtless, this same modest Swede expects
That I shall yield him some fair German tract
For his prey and booty, that ourselves at last
On our own soil and native territory,
May be no longer our own lords and masters!
An excellent scheme! No, no! They must be off,
Off, off! away! we want no such neighbours.

TERTSKY.

Nay, yield them up that dot, that speck of land-
It goes not from your portion. If you win
The game what matters it to you who pays it?
WALLENSTEIN.

Off with them, off! Thou understand'st not this.
Never shall it be said of me, I parcelled

My native land away, dismembered Germany,
Betrayed it to a foreigner, in order