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Gor. (rushes out) O God of mercy !
here? Hush! The Duke sleeps. Dev. (with loud harsh voice) Friend, it is time now to
make larum, Gro. of the Cham.
But. Down with him !
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.)
Coun. Ter. (with a light) Her bed-chamber is empty ;
Gor. (rushes in out of breath) 'Tis a mistake, 'Tis not the Swedes-Ye must proceed no furtherButler! O God! Where is he?
(Then observing the Countess.)
Countess ! Saya Coun. You are come then from the castle? Where's
my husband ? Gor. (in an agony of affright) Your husband !-Ask
not !-To the DukeCoun.
On this moment
Butler! Butler! God!
(Butler comes from the gallery.)
(Gordon dashes himself against the wall.)
O God of mercy!
What too late?
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 !
What is it, Seni?
(Other servants hasten in with torches.)
And do you ask?
(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.
Heaven forbid !
collects herself, and retires suddenly.) Voice. (from behind the scene) Keep back the people!
Guard the door.
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.)
Here stands he
Hath the sole power to issue orders.
(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 ?
Your hand is pure. You have