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Scene X.

To these enter the Countess Tertsky, pale and disordered.

Her utterance is slow and feeble, and unempassioned.

Oct. (meeting her) O Countess Tertsky! These are

Of luckless unblest deeds.

They are the fruits
Of your contrivances. The Duke is dead,
My husband too is dead, the Duchess struggles
In the pangs of death, my niece has disappear’d.
This house of splendour, and of princely glory,
Doth now stand desolated: the affrighted servants
Rush forth thro' all its doors. I am the last
Therein ; I shut it up, and here deliver
The keys.
Oct. (with a deep anguish)

O Countess ! my
house too is desolate.
Coun. Who next is to be murder'd? Who is next
To be maltreated ? Lo! The Duke is dead.
The Emperor's vengeance may be pacified !
Spare the old servants ; let not their fidelity
Be imputed to the faithful as a crime-
The evil destiny surpris’d by brother
Too suddenly: he could not think on them.
Oct. Speak not of vengeance! Speak not of maltreat-

The Emp'ror is appeased; the heavy fault
Hath heavily been expiated—nothing
Descended from the father to the daughter,
Except his glory and his services.

The Empress honours your adversity,
Takes part in your afflictions, opens to you
Her motherly arms! Therefore no farther fears !
Yield yourself up in hope and confidence
To the Imperial grace!
Coun. (with her eye rais'd to heaven) To the grace and

mercy of a greater Master
Do I yield up myself.-Where shall the body
Of the Duke have its place of final rest ?
In the Chartreuse, which he himself did found
At Gitschin, rests the Countess Wallenstein ;
And by her side, to whom he was indebted
For his first fortunes, gratefully he wish'd
He might sometime repose in death! O let him
Be buried there. And likewise, for my husband's
Remains, I ask the like grace. The Emperor
Is now proprietor of all our castles.
This sure may well be granted us-one sepulchre
Beside the sepulchres of our forefathers !

Oct. Countess, you tremble, you turn pale!
Coun. (reassembles all her powers, and speaks with
energy and dignity)

You think
More worthily of me, than to believe
I would survive the downfall of my house.
We did not hold ourselves too mean, to grasp
After a monarch's crown-the crown did fate
Deny, but not the feeling and the spirit
That to the crown belong! We deem a
Courageous death more worthy of our free station
Than a dishonoured life. I have taken poison.

Oct. Help! Help! Support her!

Nay, it is too late.
In a few moments is my fate accomplish’d.

[Exit Countess.

Gor. O house of death and horrors !

(An officer enters, and brings a letter with the

great seal.) Gor. (steps forward and meets him) What is this? It is the Imperial seal.

(He reads the address, and delivers the letter to

Octavio with a look of reproach, and with an

emphasis on the word.) To the Prince Piccolomini. Oct. (with his whole frame expressive of sudden anguish,

raises his eyes to heaven.)

The Curtain drops.

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