Gor. (rushes out) O God of merey! But. (calling after him) Governor, to your post! Gro. of the Cham. (hurries in) Who dares make larum here? Hush! The Duke sleeps. Dev. (with loud harsh voice) Friend, it is time now to make larum. Gro. of the Cham. Murder! But. Down with him! Help! Gro. of the Cham. (run through the body by Devereux, falls at the entrance of the gallery) Jesus Maria! But. Burst the doors open! (They rush over the body into the gallery-two doors are heard to crash one after the othervoices deadened by the distance-clash of arms —then all at once a profound silence.) SCENE VI. Coun. Ter. (with a light) Her bed-chamber is empty; she herself Is nowhere to be found! The Neubrunn too, Voices and tread of feet here! I will go And listen at the door. Hark! What is that? "Tis hastening up the steps! SCENE VII. Countess, Gordon. Gor. (rushes in out of breath) 'Tis a mistake, 'Tis not the Swedes-Ye must proceed no further- (Then observing the Countess.) Coun. You are come then from the castle? Where's my husband? Gor. (in an agony of affright) Your husband!-Ask Does the world hang. For God's sake! to the Duke. While we are speaking (calling loudly) Butler Butler! God! Coun. Why, he is at the castle with my husband. Gor. "Tis a mistake-'Tis not the Swedes-It is The Imperialist's Lieutenant-General Has sent me hither, will be here himself Instantly. You must not proceed. Who will be here himself? Octavio In Egra? Treason! Treason! Where's the Duke? (She rushes to the gallery.) SCENE VIII. Servants run across the stage full of terror. The whole scene must be spoken entirely without pauses. Seni. (from the gallery) O bloody frightful deed! Coun. Page. (from the gallery) O piteous sight! (Other servants hasten in with torches.) Coun. What is it? For God's sake! Seni. And do you ask? Within the Duke lies murder'd—and your husband (The Countess stands motionless.) Fem. Ser. (rushing across the stage) Help! Help! the Duchess! Burg. (enters) What meant these confus'd Loud cries, that wake the sleepers of this house? Gor. Your house is curs'd to all eternity. In your house doth the Duke lie murdered! Heaven forbid ! That way! First Ser. Fly! fly! they murder us all! The lower Passages are block'd up. Voice. (from behind the scene) Make room for the Lieutenant-General! (At these words the Countess starts from her stupor, collects herself, and retires suddenly.) Voice. (from behind the scene) Keep back the people! Guard the door. SCENE IX. To these enters Octavio Piccolomini with all his train. At the same time Devereux and Macdonald enter from out the Corridor with the Halberdiers. Wallenstein's dead body is carried over the back part of the stage, wrapped in a piece of crimson tapestry. Oct. (entering abruptly) It must not be! It is not possible! Butler! Gordon ! I'll not believe it. Say no! Gor. (Without answering, points with his hand to the body of Wallenstein as it is carried over the back of the stage. Octavio looks that way, and stands overpowered with horror.) Dev. (to Butler) Here is the golden fleece-the Duke's sword Macd. Is it your order? But. (pointing to Octavio.) who now Hath the sole power to issue orders. Here stands he (Devereux and Macdonald retire with marks of obeisance. One drops away after the other, till only Butler, Octavio, and Gordon remain on the stage.) Oct. (turning to Butler) Was that my purpose, Butler, when we parted? O God of Justice! To thee I lift my hand! I am not guilty Of this foul deed. But. Your hand is pure. You have Avail'd yourself of mine. Oct. Merciless man! Thus to abuse the orders of thy lord And stain thy Emperor's, holy name with murder, But. (calmly) I've but fulfill'd the Emperor's own sentence. Oct. O curse of kings, Infusing a dread life into their words, And linking to the sudden transcient thought Despatch? Could'st thou not grant the merciful And the fulfilment of it, doth beseem God only, the immutable! But. For what Rail you against me? What is my offence? Have I deliver'd, and expect reward. Is this you plac'd the arrow in the bow; I pull'd the string. You sow'd blood, and yet stand Knew what I did, and therefore no result Hath power to frighten or surprise my spirit; From a just judge. [Exit Butler. |