The Death of Wallenstein (play)

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by Friedrich Schiller


  He has built up the luck of many thousands

  For kingly was his spirit: his full hand

  Was ever open! Many a one from dust

  [With a sly glance on BUTLER.

  Hath he selected, from the very dust

  Hath raised him into dignity and honor.

  And yet no friend, not one friend hath he purchased,

  Whose heart beats true to him in the evil hour.

  BUTLER.

  Here's one, I see.

  GORDON.

  I have enjoyed from him

  No grace or favor. I could almost doubt,

  If ever in his greatness he once thought on

  An old friend of his youth. For still my office

  Kept me at distance from him; and when first

  He to this citadel appointed me,

  He was sincere and serious in his duty.

  I do not then abuse his confidence,

  If I preserve my fealty in that

  Which to my fealty was first delivered.

  BUTLER.

  Say, then, will you fulfil the attainder on him,

  And lend your aid to take him in arrest?

  GORDON (pauses, reflecting-then as in deep dejection).

  If it be so-if all be as you say-

  If he've betrayed the emperor, his master,

  Have sold the troops, have purposed to deliver

  The strongholds of the country to the enemy-

  Yea, truly!-there is no redemption for him!

  Yet it is hard, that me the lot should destine

  To be the instrument of his perdition;

  For we were pages at the court of Bergau

  At the same period; but I was the senior.

  BUTLER.

  I have heard so--

  GORDON.

  'Tis full thirty years since then,

  A youth who scarce had seen his twentieth year

  Was Wallenstein, when he and I were friends

  Yet even then he had a daring soul:

  His frame of mind was serious and severe

  Beyond his years: his dreams were of great objects

  He walked amidst us of a silent spirit,

  Communing with himself; yet I have known him

  Transported on a sudden into utterance

  Of strange conceptions; kindling into splendor

  His soul revealed itself, and he spake so

  That we looked round perplexed upon each other,

  Not knowing whether it were craziness,

  Or whether it were a god that spoke in him.

  BUTLER.

  But was it where he fell two story high

  From a window-ledge, on which he had fallen asleep

  And rose up free from injury? From this day

  (It is reported) he betrayed clear marks

  Of a distempered fancy.

  GORDON.

  He became

  Doubtless more self-enwrapped and melancholy;

  He made himself a Catholic. [7] Marvellously

  His marvellous preservation had transformed him.

  Thenceforth he held himself for an exempted

  And privileged being, and, as if he were

  Incapable of dizziness or fall,

  He ran along the unsteady rope of life.

  But now our destinies drove us asunder;

  He paced with rapid step the way of greatness,

  Was count, and prince, duke-regent, and dictator,

  And now is all, all this too little for him;

  He stretches forth his hands for a king's crown,

  And plunges in unfathomable ruin.

  BUTLER.

  No more, he comes.

  SCENE III.

  To these enter WALLENSTEIN, in conversation with the

  BURGOMASTER of Egra.

  WALLENSTEIN.

  You were at one time a free town. I see

  Ye bear the half eagle in your city arms.

  Why the half eagle only?

  BURGOMASTER.

  We were free,

  But for these last two hundred years has Egra

  Remained in pledge to the Bohemian crown;

  Therefore we bear the half eagle, the other half

  Being cancelled till the empire ransom us,

  If ever that should be.

  WALLENSTEIN.

  Ye merit freedom.

  Only be firm and dauntless. Lend your ears

  To no designing whispering court-minions.

  What may your imposts be?

  BURGOMASTER.

  So heavy that

  We totter under them. The garrison

  Lives at our costs.

  WALLENSTEIN.

  I will relieve you. Tell me,

  There are some Protestants among you still?

  [The BURGOMASTER hesitates.

  Yes, yes; I know it. Many lie concealed

  Within these walls. Confess now, you yourself--

  [Fixes, his eye on him. The BURGOMASTER alarmed.

  Be not alarmed. I hate the Jesuits.

  Could my will have determined it they had

  Been long ago expelled the empire. Trust me-

  Mass-book or Bible, 'tis all one to me.

  Of that the world has had sufficient proof.

  I built a church for the Reformed in Glogau

  At my own instance. Hark ye, burgomaster!

  What is your name?

  BURGOMASTER.

  Pachhalbel, my it please you.

  WALLENSTEIN.

  Hark ye! But let it go no further, what I now

  Disclose to you in confidence.

  [Laying his hand on the BURGOMASTER'S shoulder with a certain

  solemnity.

  The times

  Draw near to their fulfilment, burgomaster!

  The high will fall, the low will be exalted.

  Hark ye! But keep it to yourself! The end

  Approaches of the Spanish double monarchy-

  A new arrangement is at hand. You saw

  The three moons that appeared at once in the heaven?

  BURGOMASTER.

  With wonder and affright!

  WALLENSTEIN.

  Whereof did two

  Strangely transform themselves to bloody daggers,

  And only one, the middle moon, remained

  Steady and clear.

  BURGOMASTER.

  We applied it to the Turks.

  WALLENSTEIN.

  The Turks! That all? I tell you that two empires

  Will set in blood, in the East and in the West,

  And Lutherism alone remain.

  [Observing GORDON and BUTLER.

  I'faith,

  'Twas a smart cannonading that we heard

  This evening, as we journeyed hitherward:

  'Twas on our left hand. Did ye hear it here?

  GORDON.

  Distinctly. The wind brought it from the south.

  BUTLER.

  It seemed to come from Weiden or from Neustadt.

  WALLENSTEIN.

  'Tis likely. That's the route the Swedes are taking.

  How strong is the garrison?

  GORDON.

  Not quite two hundred

  Competent men, the rest are invalids.

  WALLENSTEIN.

  Good! And how many in the vale of Jochim?

  GORDON.

  Two hundred arquebusiers have I sent thither

  To fortify the posts against the Swedes.

  WALLENSTEIN.

  Good! I commend your foresight. At the works too

  You have done somewhat?

  GORDON.

  Two additional batteries

  I caused to be run up. They were needless;

  The Rhinegrave presses hard upon us, general!

  WALLENSTEIN.

  You have been watchful in your emperor's service.

  I am content with you, lieutenant-colonel.

  [To BUTLER.

  Release the outposts in the vale of Jochim,
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  With all the stations in the enemy's route.

  [To GORDON.

  Governor, in your faithful hands I leave

  My wife, my daughter, and my sister. I

  Shall make no stay here, and wait but the arrival

  Of letters to take leave of you, together

  With all the regiments.

  SCENE IV.

  To these enter COUNT TERZKY.

  TERZKY.

  Joy, general, joy! I bring you welcome tidings.

  WALLENSTEIN.

  And what may they be?

  TERZKY.

  There has been an engagement

  At Neustadt; the Swedes gained the victory.

  WALLENSTEIN.

  From whence did you receive the intelligence?

  TERZKY.

  A countryman from Tirschenreut conveyed it.

  Soon after sunrise did the fight begin

  A troop of the imperialists from Tachau

  Had forced their way into the Swedish camp;

  The cannonade continued full two hours;

  There were left dead upon the field a thousand

  Imperialists, together with their colonel;

  Further than this he did not know.

  WALLENSTEIN.

  How came

  Imperial troops at Neustadt? Altringer,

  But yesterday, stood sixty miles from there.

  Count Gallas' force collects at Frauenberg,

  And have not the full complement. Is it possible

  That Suys perchance had ventured so far onward?

  It cannot be.

  TERZKY.

  We shall soon know the whole,

  For here comes Illo, full of haste, and joyous.

  SCENE V.

  To these enter ILLO.

  ILLO (to WALLENSTEIN).

  A courier, duke! he wishes to speak with thee.

  TERZKY (eagerly).

  Does he bring confirmation of the victory?

  WALLENSTEIN (at the same time).

  What does he bring? Whence comes he?

  ILLO.

  From the Rhinegrave,

  And what he brings I can announce to you

  Beforehand. Seven leagues distant are the Swedes;

  At Neustadt did Max. Piccolomini

  Throw himself on them with the cavalry;

  A murderous fight took place! o'erpowered by numbers

  The Pappenheimers all, with Max. their leader,

  [WALLENSTEIN shudders and turns pale.

  Were left dead on the field.

  WALLENSTEIN (after a pause, in a low voice).

  Where is the messenger? Conduct me to him.

  [WALLENSTEIN is going, when LADY NEUBRUNN rushes into the room.

  Some servants follow her and run across the stage.

  NEUBRUNN.

  Help! Help!

  ILLO and TERZKY (at the same time).

  What now?

  NEUBRUNN.

  The princess!

  WALLENSTEIN and TERZKY.

  Does she know it?

  NEUBRUNN (at the same time with them).

  She is dying!

  [Hurries off the stage, when WALLENSTEIN and TERZKY follow her.

  SCENE VI.

  BUTLER and GORDON.

  GORDON.

  What's this?

  BUTLER.

  She has lost the man she loved-

  Young Piccolomini, who fell in the battle.

  GORDON.

  Unfortunate lady!

  BUTLER.

  You have heard what Illo

  Reporteth, that the Swedes are conquerers,

  And marching hitherward.

  GORDON.

  Too well I heard it.

  BUTLER.

  They are twelve regiments strong, and there are five

  Close by us to protect the duke. We have

  Only my single regiment; and the garrison

  Is not two hundred strong.

  GORDON.

  'Tis even so.

  BUTLER.

  It is not possible with such small force

  To hold in custody a man like him.

  GORDON.

  I grant it.

  BUTLER.

  Soon the numbers would disarm us,

  And liberate him.

  GORDON.

  It were to be feared.

  BUTLER (after a pause).

  Know, I am warranty for the event;

  With my head have I pledged myself for his,

  Must make my word good, cost it what it will,

  And if alive we cannot hold him prisoner,

  Why-death makes all things certain!

  GORDON.

  Sutler! What?

  Do I understand you? Gracious God! You could--

  BUTLER.

  He must not live.

  GORDON.

  And you can do the deed?

  BUTLER.

  Either you or I. This morning was his last.

  GORDON.

  You would assassinate him?

  BUTLER.

  'Tis my purpose.

  GORDON.

  Who leans with his whole confidence upon you!

  BUTLER.

  Such is his evil destiny!

  GORDON.

  Your general!

  The sacred person of your general!

  BUTLER.

  My general he has been.

  GORDON.

  That 'tis only

  An "has been" washes out no villany,

  And without judgment passed.

  BUTLER.

  The execution

  Is here instead of judgment.

  GORDON.

  This were murder,

  Not justice. The most guilty should be heard.

  BUTLER.

  His guilt is clear, the emperor has passed judgment,

  And we but execute his will.

  GORDON.

  We should not

  Hurry to realize a bloody sentence.

  A word may be recalled, a life never can be.

  BUTLER.

  Despatch in service pleases sovereigns.

  GORDON.

  No honest man's ambitious to press forward

  To the hangman's service.

  BUTLER.

  And no brave man loses

  His color at a daring enterprise.

  GORDON.

  A brave man hazards life, but not his conscience.

  BUTLER.

  What then? Shall he go forth anew to kindle

  The unextinguishable flame of war?

  GORDON.

  Seize him, and hold him prisoner-do not kill him.

  BUTLER.

  Had not the emperor's army been defeated

  I might have done so. But 'tis now passed by.

  GORDON.

  Oh, wherefore opened I the stronghold to him?

  BUTLER.

  His destiny, and not the place destroys him.

  GORDON.

  Upon these ramparts, as beseemed a soldier-

  I had fallen, defending the emperor's citadel!

  BUTLER.

  Yes! and a thousand gallant men have perished!

  GORDON.

  Doing their duty-that adorns the man!

  But murder's a black deed, and nature curses it.

  BUTLER (brings out a paper).

  Here is the manifesto which commands us

  To gain possession of his person. See-

  It is addressed to you as well as me.

  Are you content to take the consequences,

  If through our fault he escape to the enemy?

  GORDON.

  I? Gracious God!

  BUTLER.

  Take it on yourself.

  Come of it what may, on you I lay it.

  GORDON.

  Oh, God in heaven!

  BUTLER.

  Can you advise aught else

  Wherewith to execute the emperor's purpose?

  Say if you can. For I desire his fall,

/>   Not his destruction.

  GORDON.

  Merciful heaven! what must be

  I see as clear as you. Yet still the heart

  Within my bosom beats with other feelings!

 

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