O! what a proclamation of our weakness, Oct. D'ye think, too, he has brought his wife and daughter Without a purpose hither? Here in camp! And at the very point of time, in which We're arming for the war? That he has taken Of some eruption! Ques. Oct. Nay, nay, friend! let us not despair too soon. And many a resolute who now appears, Made up to all extremes, will, on a sudden, Let but a single honest man speak out Nor can he take us by surprise you know, I hold him all encompassed by my listeners. Whate'er he does is mine, even while 'tis doing - - Yea, his own mouth discloses it. Ques. "Tis quite Incomprehensible, that he detects not Oct. Beware you do not think Oct. I must venture it. Hush-There he comes! SCENE IV. MAX. PICCOLOMINI, OCTAVIO PICCOLOMINI, QUESTENBERG. Max. Ha! There he is himself. Welcome, my father! (He embraces his father. As he turns round he observes QUES TENBERG, and draws back with a cold and reserved air.) You are engaged, I see. I'll not disturb you. Oct. How Max.? Look closer at this visitor; Attention, Max., an old friend merits-Reverence Belongs of right to the envoy of your sov'reign. Max. (drily). Von Questenberg!-Welcome-if you bring with you Aught good to our headquarters. Ques. (seizing his hand). Nay, draw not Your hand away, Count Piccolomini ! Not on mine own account alone I seized it, Octavio-Max. Piccolomini! (Taking the hands of both.) O saviour names, and full of happy omen! Ne'er will her prosperous genius turn from Austria, Max. Hey!-Noble minister! You miss your part. You're sent, I know, to find fault and to scold us I must not be beforehand with my comrades. Oct. (to MAX.). He comes from court, where people are not quite So well contented with the Duke, as here. Max. What now have they contrived to find out in him? That he alone determines for himself What he himself alone doth understand? Well, therein he does right, and will persist in't. It goes against his nature-he can't do it. And well for us it is so! There exist Few fit to rule themselves, but few that use Well for the whole, if there be found a man, Oct. (aside to QUES.). Hush suppress it, friend! 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. The uncommon, the sublime, must seem and be Like things of every day.-But in the field, Oct. My son! of those old narrow ordinances The lightning's path, and straight the fearful path Of the cannon-ball. Direct it flies and rapid, Shattering that it may reach, and shattering what it reaches. My son the road, the human being travels, That, on which BLESSING comes and goes, doth 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 Hatn been thy education and thy school. Peace hast thou never witnessed! There exists A higher than the warrior's excellence. In war itself war is no ultimate purpose. The Calm, the Blissful, and the enduring Mighty! Builds his light town of canvass, and at once The whole scene moves and bustles momently, With arms and neighing steeds, and mirth and quarrel 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. Dreary, and solitary as a church-yard The meadow and down-trodden seed-plot lie, And the year's harvest is gone utterly. 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! Which we have ne'er experienced. We have been But voyaging along its barren coasts, Like some poor ever-roaming horde of pirates, In the original Den blut'gen Lorbeer geb ich hin mit Freuden |