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by Friedrich Schiller


  SCENE I.

  Butler's Chamber.

  BUTLER, and MAJOR GERALDIN.

  BUTLER.

  Find me twelve strong dragoons, arm them with pikes

  For there must be no firing-

  Conceal them somewhere near the banquet-room,

  And soon as the dessert is served up, rush all in

  And cry-"Who is loyal to the emperor?"

  I will overturn the table-while you attack

  Illo and Terzky, and despatch them both.

  The castle-palace is well barred and guarded,

  That no intelligence of this proceeding

  May make its way to the duke. Go instantly;

  Have you yet sent for Captain Devereux

  And the Macdonald?

  GERALDIN.

  They'll be here anon.

  [Exit GERALDIN.

  BUTLER.

  Here's no room for delay. The citizens

  Declare for him-a dizzy drunken spirit

  Possesses the whole town. They see in the duke

  A prince of peace, a founder of new ages

  And golden times. Arms, too, have been given out

  By the town-council, and a hundred citizens

  Have volunteered themselves to stand on guard.

  Despatch! then, be the word; for enemies

  Threaten us from without and from within.

  SCENE II.

  BUTLER, CAPTAIN DEVEREUX, and MACDONALD.

  MACDONALD.

  Here we are, general.

  DEVEREUX.

  What's to be the watchword?

  BUTLER.

  Long live the emperor!

  BOTH (recoiling).

  How?

  BUTLER.

  Live the house of Austria.

  DEVEREUX.

  Have we not sworn fidelity to Friedland?

  MACDONALD.

  Have we not marched to this place to protect him?

  BUTLER.

  Protect a traitor and his country's enemy?

  DEVEREUX.

  Why, yes! in his name you administered

  Our oath.

  MACDONALD.

  And followed him yourself to Egra.

  BUTLER.

  I did it the more surely to destroy him.

  DEVEREUX.

  So then!

  MACDONALD.

  An altered case!

  BUTLER (to DEVEREU%).

  Thou wretched man

  So easily leavest thou thy oath and colors?

  DEVEREUX.

  The devil! I but followed your example;

  If you could prove a villain, why not we?

  MACDONALD.

  We've naught to do with thinking-that's your business.

  You are our general, and give out the orders;

  We follow you, though the track lead to hell.

  BUTLER (appeased).

  Good, then! we know each other.

  MACDONALD.

  I should hope so.

  DEVEREUX.

  Soldiers of fortune are we-who bids most

  He has us.

  MACDONALD.

  'Tis e'en so!

  BUTLER.

  Well, for the present

  You must remain honest and faithful soldiers.

  DEVEREUX.

  We wish no other.

  BUTLER.

  Ay, and make your fortunes.

  MACDONALD.

  That is still better.

  BUTLER.

  Listen!

  BOTH.

  We attend.

  BUTLER.

  It is the emperor's will and ordinance

  To seize the person of the Prince-Duke Friedland

  Alive or dead.

  DEVEREUX.

  It runs so in the letter.

  MACDONALD.

  Alive or dead-these were the very words.

  BUTLER.

  And he shall be rewarded from the state

  In land and gold who proffers aid thereto.

  DEVEREUX.

  Ay! that sounds well. The words sound always well

  That travel hither from the court. Yes! yes!

  We know already what court-words import.

  A golden chain perhaps in sign of favor,

  Or an old charger, or a parchment-patent,

  And such like. The prince-duke pays better.

  MACDONALD.

  Yes,

  The duke's a splendid paymaster.

  BUTLER.

  All over

  With that, my friends. His lucky stars are set.

  MACDONALD.

  And is that certain?

  BUTLER.

  You have my word for it.

  DEVEREUX.

  His lucky fortune's all passed by?

  BUTLER.

  Forever.

  He is as poor as we.

  MACDONALD.

  As poor as we?

  DEVEREUX.

  Macdonald, we'll desert him.

  BUTLER.

  We'll desert him?

  Full twenty thousand have done that already;

  We must do more, my countrymen! In short-

  We-we must kill him.

  BOTH (starting back)

  Kill him!

  BUTLER.

  Yes, must kill him;

  And for that purpose have I chosen you.

  BOTH.

  Us!

  BUTLER.

  You, Captain Devereux, and thee, Macdonald.

  DEVEREUX (after a pause).

  Choose you some other.

  BUTLER.

  What! art dastardly?

  Thou, with full thirty lives to answer for-

  Thou conscientious of a sudden?

  DEVEREUX.

  Nay

  To assassinate our lord and general--

  MACDONALD.

  To whom we swore a soldier's oath--

  BUTLER.

  The oath

  Is null, for Friedland is a traitor.

  DEVEREUX.

  No, no! it is too bad!

  MACDONALD.

  Yes, by my soul!

  It is too bad. One has a conscience too--

  DEVEREUX.

  If it were not our chieftain, who so long

  Has issued the commands, and claimed our duty--

  BUTLER.

  Is that the objection?

  DEVEREUX.

  Were it my own father,

  And the emperor's service should demand it of me,

  It might be done perhaps-but we are soldiers,

  And to assassinate our chief commander,

  That is a sin, a foul abomination,

  From which no monk or confessor absolves us.

  BUTLER.

  I am your pope, and give you absolution.

  Determine quickly!

  DEVEREUX.

  'Twill not do.

  MACDONALD.

  'Twont do!

  BUTLER.

  Well, off then! and-send Pestalutz to me.

  DEVEREUX (hesitates).

  The Pestalutz--

  MACDONALD.

  What may you want with him?

  BUTLER.

  If you reject it, we can find enough--

  DEVEREUX.

  Nay, if he must fall, we may earn the bounty

  As well as any other. What think you,

  Brother Macdonald?

  MACDONALD.

  Why, if he must fall,

  And will fall, and it can't be otherwise,

  One would not give place to this Pestalutz.

  DEVEREUX (after some reflection).

  When do you purpose he should fall?

  BUTLER.

  This night.

  To-morrow will the Swedes be at our gates.

  DEVEREUX.

  You take upon you all the consequences?

  BUTLER.

  I take the whole upon me.

  DEVEREUX.

  And it is

  The emperor's will, his express absolute will?

/>   For we have instances that folks may like

  The murder, and yet hang the murderer.

  BUTLER.

  The manifesto says-"alive or dead."

  Alive-'tis not possible-you see it is not.

  DEVEREUX.

  Well, dead then! dead! But bow can we come at him.

  The town is filled with Terzky's soldiery.

  MACDONALD.

  Ay! and then Terzky still remains, and Illo--

  BUTLER.

  With these you shall begin-you understand me?

  DEVEREUX.

  How! And must they too perish?

  BUTLER.

  They the first.

  MACDONALD.

  Hear, Devereux! A bloody evening this.

  DEVEREUX.

  Have you a man for that? Commission me--

  BUTLER.

  'Tis given in trust to Major Geraldin;

  This is a carnival night, and there's a feast

  Given at the castle-there we shall surprise them,

  And hew them down. The Pestalutz and Lesley

  Have that commission. Soon as that is finished--

  DEVEREUX.

  Hear, general! It will be all one to you-

  Hark ye, let me exchange with Geraldin.

  BUTLER.

  'Twill be the lesser danger with the duke.

  DEVEREUX.

  Danger! The devil! What do you think me, general,

  'Tis the duke's eye, and not his sword, I fear.

  BUTLER.

  What can his eye do to thee?

  DEVEREUX.

  Death and hell!

  Thou knowest that I'm no milksop, general!

  But 'tis not eight days since the duke did send me

  Twenty gold pieces for this good warm coat

  Which I have on! and then for him to see me

  Standing before him with the pike, his murderer.

  That eye of his looking upon this coat-

  Why-why-the devil fetch me! I'm no milksop!

  BUTLER.

  The duke presented thee this good warm coat,

  And thou, a needy wight, hast pangs of conscience

  To run him through the body in return,

  A coat that is far better and far warmer

  Did the emperor give to him, the prince's mantle.

  How doth he thank the emperor? With revolt

  And treason.

  DEVEREUX.

  That is true. The devil take

  Such thankers! I'll despatch him.

  BUTLER.

  And would'st quiet

  Thy conscience, thou hast naught to do but simply

  Pull off the coat; so canst thou do the deed

  With light heart and good spirits.

  DEVEREUX.

  You are right,

  That did not strike me. I'll pull off the coat-

  So there's an end of it.

  MACDONALD.

  Yes, but there's another

  Point to be thought of.

  BUTLER.

  And what's that, Macdonald?

  MACDONALD.

  What avails sword or dagger against him?

  He is not to be wounded-he is--

  BUTLER (starting up).

  What!

  MACDONALD.

  Safe against shot, and stab, and flash! Hard frozen.

  Secured and warranted by the black art

  His body is impenetrable, I tell you.

  DEVEREUX.

  In Ingolstadt there was just such another:

  His whole skin was the same as steel; at last

  We were obliged to beat him down with gunstocks.

  MACDONALD.

  Hear what I'll do.

  DEVEREUX.

  Well.

  MACDONALD.

  In the cloister here

  There's a Dominican, my countryman.

  I'll make him dip my sword and pike for me

  In holy water, and say over them

  One of his strongest blessings. That's probatum!

  Nothing can stand 'gainst that.

  BUTLER.

  So do, Macdonald!

  But now go and select from out the regiment

  Twenty or thirty able-bodied fellows,

  And let them take the oaths to the emperor.

  Then when it strikes eleven, when the first rounds

  Are passed, conduct them silently as may be

  To the house. I will myself be not far off.

  DEVEREUX.

  But how do we get through Hartschier and Gordon,

  That stand on guard there in the inner chamber?

  BUTLER.

  I have made myself acquainted with the place,

  I lead you through a back door that's defended

  By one man only. Me my rank and office

  Give access to the duke at every hour.

  I'll go before you-with one poinard-stroke

  Cut Hartschier's windpipe, and make way for you.

  DEVEREUX.

  And when we are there, by what means shall we gain

  The duke's bed-chamber, without his alarming

  The servants of the court? for he has here

  A numerous company of followers.

  BUTLER.

  The attendants fills the right wing: he hates bustle,

  And lodges in the left wing quite alone.

  DEVEREUX.

  Were it well over-hey, Macdonald! I

  Feel queerly on the occasion, devil knows.

  MACDONALD.

  And I, too. 'Tis too great a personage.

  People will hold us for a brace of villains.

  BUTLER.

  In plenty, honor, splendor-you may safely

  Laugh at the people's babble.

  DEVEREUX.

  If the business

  Squares with one's honor-if that be quite certain.

  BUTLER.

  Set your hearts quite at ease. Ye save for Ferdinand

  His crown and empire. The reward can be

  No small one.

  DEVEREUX.

  And 'tis his purpose to dethrone the emperor?

  BUTLER.

  Yes! Yes! to rob him of his crown and life.

  DEVEREUX.

  And must he fall by the executioner's hands,

  Should we deliver him up to the emperor

  Alive?

  BUTLER.

  It were his certain destiny.

  DEVEREUX.

  Well! Well! Come then, Macdonald, he shall not

  Lie long in pain.

  [Exeunt BUTLER through one door, MACDONALD and DEVEREUX

  through the other.

  SCENE III.

  A saloon, terminated by a gallery, which extends far

  into the background.

  WALLENSTIN sitting at a table. The SWEDISH CAPTAIN

  standing before him.

  WALLENSTEIN.

  Commend me to your lord. I sympathize

  In his good fortune; and if you have seen me

  Deficient in the expressions of that joy,

  Which such a victory might well demand,

  Attribute it to no lack of good-will,

  For henceforth are our fortunes one. Farewell,

  And for your trouble take my thanks. To-morrow

  The citadel shall be surrendered to you

  On your arrival.

  [The SWEDISH CAPTAIN retires. WALLENSTEIN sits lost in thought,

  his eyes fixed vacantly, and his head sustained by his hand. The

  COUNTESS TERZKY enters, stands before him for awhile, unobserved

  by him; at length he starts, sees her and recollects himself.

 

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