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Of aidance from it — lo! this very army

       Seduced, run wild, lost to all discipline, 55

       Loosened, and rent asunder from the state

       And from their sovereign, the blind instrument

       Of the most daring of mankind, a weapon

       Of fearful power, which at his will he wields!

      Octavio. Nay, nay, friend! let us not despair too soon, 60

       Men’s words are ever bolder than their deeds:

       And many a resolute, who now appears

       Made up to all extremes, will, on a sudden

       Find in his breast a heart he knew not of,

       Let but a single honest man speak out 65

       The true name of his crime! Remember, too,

       We stand not yet so wholly unprotected.

       Counts Altringer and Galas have maintained

       Their little army faithful to its duty,

       And daily it becomes more numerous. 70

       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 —

       No step so small, but instantly I hear it;

       Yea, his own mouth discloses it.

      Questenberg. ‘Tis quite 75

       Incomprehensible, that he detects not

       The foe so near!

      Octavio. Beware, you do not think,

       That I by lying arts, and complaisant

       Hypocrisy, have skulked into his graces:

       Or with the sustenance of smooth professions 80

       Nourish his all-confiding friendship! No —

       Compelled alike by prudence, and that duty

       Which we all owe our country, and our sovereign,

       To hide my genuine feelings from him, yet

       Ne’er have I duped him with base counterfeits! 85

      Questenberg. It is the visible ordinance of heaven.

      Octavio. I know not what it is that so attracts

       And links him both to me and to my son.

       Comrades and friends we always were — long habit,

       Adventurous deeds performed in company, 90

       And all those many and various incidents

       Which store a soldier’s memory with affections,

       Had bound us long and early to each other —

       Yet I can name the day, when all at once

       His heart rose on me, and his confidence 95

       Shot out in sudden growth. It was the morning

       Before the memorable fight at Lützner.

       Urged by an ugly dream, I sought him out,

       To press him to accept another charger.

       At distance from the tents, beneath a tree, 100

       I found him in a sleep. When I had waked him,

       And had related all my bodings to him,

       Long time he stared upon me, like a man

       Astounded; thereon fell upon my neck,

       And manifested to me an emotion 105

       That far outstripped the worth of that small service.

       Since then his confidence has followed me

       With the same pace that mine has fled from him.

      Questenberg. You lead your son into the secret?

      Octavio. No!

      Questenberg. What? and not warn him either what bad hands 110

       His lot has placed him in?

      Octavio. I must perforce

       Leave him in wardship to his innocence.

       His young and open soul — dissimulation

       Is foreign to its habits! Ignorance

       Alone can keep alive the cheerful air, 115

       The unembarrassed sense and light free spirit,

       That make the Duke secure.

      Questenberg. My honoured friend! most highly do I deem

       Of Colonel Piccolomini — yet — if ——

       Reflect a little ——

      Octavio. I must venture it. 120

       Hush! — There he comes!

      [Before 1] Questenberg (with signs of aversion and astonishment).

       1817, 1828, 1829.

      Questenberg (walking up and down in evident disquiet). Friend, &c.

       1817, 1828, 1829.

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      MAX PICCOLOMINI, OCTAVIO PICCOLOMINI, QUESTENBERG.

      Max. Ha! there he is himself. Welcome, my father!

       You are engaged, I see. I’ll not disturb you.

      Octavio. How, Max? Look closer at this visitor;

       Attention, Max, an old friend merits — Reverence

       Belongs of right to the envoy of your sovereign. 5

      Max. Von Questenberg! — Welcome — if you bring with you

       Aught good to our head quarters.

      Questenberg (seizing his hand). Nay, draw not

       Your hand away, Count Piccolomini!

       Not on mine own account alone I seized it,

       And nothing common will I say therewith. 10

      [Taking the hands of both.

      Octavio — Max Piccolomini!

       O saviour names, and full of happy omen!

       Ne’er will her prosperous genius turn from Austria,

       While two such stars, with blessed influences

       Beaming protection, shine above her hosts. 15

      Max. Heh! — 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 —

       I must not be beforehand with my comrades.

      Octavio. He comes from court, where people are not quite 20

       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. 25

       Heaven never meant him for that passive thing

       That can be struck and hammered out to suit

       Another’s taste and fancy. He’ll not dance

       To every tune of every minister.

       It goes against his nature — he can’t do it. 30

       He is possessed