Ne'er will her prosperous genius turn from Austria, While two such stars, with blessed influences Beaming protection, shine above her hosts. Max. Hey!-Noble minister! You miss your part. You came not here to act a panegyric. You're sent, I know, to find fault and to scold us— So well contented with the Duke, as here. That he alone determines for himself What he himself alone doth understand? Well, therein he does right, and will persist in't. Well for the whole, if there be found a man, ands Stands fixed and stately, like a firm-built column, Oct. [aside to QUESTENBERG.] Hush! suppress it, friend'! Unless some end were answered by the utterance.Of him there you'll make nothing. Max. In their distress They call a spirit up, and when he comes, Straight their flesh creeps and quivers, and they dread him More than the ills for which they called him up. Oct. My son of those old narrow ordinances Let us not hold too lightly. They are weights Of priceless value, which oppressed mankind Tied to the volatile will of their oppressors. For always formidable was the league My son the road, the human being travels, follow The river's course, the valley's playful windings, Curves round the corn-field and the hill of vines, Honouring the holy bounds of property! And thus secure, though late, leads to its end. Ques. O hear your father, noble youth! hear him Who is at once the hero and the man. Oct. My son, the nursling of the camp spoke in thee! A war of fifteen years Hath been thy education and thy school. Peace hast thou never witnessed! There exists In war itself war is no ultimate purpose. Builds his light town of canvas, and at once The motley market fills; the roads, the streams Are crowded with new freights, trade stirs and hurries! But on some morrow morn, all suddenly, The tents drop down, the horde renews its march. The meadow and down-trodden seed-plot lie, Max. O let the Emperor make peace, my father! Most gladly would I give the blood-stained laurel For the first violet of the leafless spring, Plucked in those quiet fields where I have journeyed! Oct. What ails thee? What so moves thee all at once? Max. Peace have I ne'er beheld? I have be held it. From thence am I come hither: O! that sight, It glimmers still before me, like some landscape Left in the distance,-some delicious landscape! My road conducted me through countries where The war has not yet reached. Life, life, my father My venerable father, life has charms Which we have ne'er experienced. We have been But voyaging along its barren coasts, Like some poor ever-roaming horde of pirates, That, crowded in the rank and narrow ship, House on the wild sea with wild usages, Nor know aught of the main land but the bays Where safeliest they may venture a thieves' land ing. Whate'er in the inland dales the land conceals Of fair and exquisite, O! nothing, nothing, Do we behold of that in our rude voyage. Oct. [attentive with an appearance of uneasiness.] And so your journey has revealed this to you? Max. 'Twas the first leisure of my life. O tell me, What is the meed and purpose of the toil, The painful toil, which robbed me of my youth, Left me a heart unsouled and solitary, A spirit uninformed, unornamented. For the camp's stir and crowd and ceaseless larum, These cannot be man's best and only pleasures. Oct. Much hast thou learnt, my son, in this short journey. |