SCENE VII
WALLENSTEIN, TERTSKY.
Wallenstein (stepping to the window). What now, then?
Tertsky. There are strange movements among all the troops,
And no one knows the cause. Mysteriously,
With gloomy silentness, the several corps
Marshal themselves, each under its own banners. 5
Tiefenbach’s corps makes threatening movements; only
The Pappenheimers still remain aloof
In their own quarters, and let no one enter.
Wallenstein. Does Piccolomini appear among them?
Tertsky. We are seeking him: he is no where to be met with. 10
Wallenstein. What did the Aid-de-Camp deliver to you?
Tertsky. My regiments had dispatched him; yet once more
They swear fidelity to thee, and wait
The shout for onset, all prepared, and eager.
Wallenstein. But whence arose this larum in the camp? 15
It should have been kept secret from the army,
Till fortune had decided for us at Prague.
Tertsky. O that thou hadst believed me! Yester evening
Did we conjure thee not to let that skulker,
That fox, Octavio, pass the gates of Pilsen. 20
Thou gav’st him thy own horses to flee from thee.
Wallenstein. The old tune still! Now, once for all, no more
Of this suspicion — it is doting folly.
Tertsky. Thou did’st confide in Isolani too;
And lo! he was the first that did desert thee. 25
Wallenstein. It was but yesterday I rescued him
From abject wretchedness. Let that go by.
I never reckon’d yet on gratitude.
And wherein doth he wrong in going from me?
He follows still the god whom all his life 30
He has worshipped at the gaming table. With
My Fortune, and my seeming destiny,
He made the bond, and broke it not with me.
I am but the ship in which his hopes were stowed,
And with the which well-pleased and confident 35
He traversed the open sea; now he beholds it
In imminent jeopardy among the coast-rocks,
And hurries to preserve his wares. As light
As the free bird from the hospitable twig
Where it had nested, he flies off from me: 40
No human tie is snapped betwixt us two.
Yea, he deserves to find himself deceived,
Who seeks a heart in the unthinking man.
Like shadows on a stream, the forms of life
Impress their characters on the smooth forehead, 45
Nought sinks into the bosom’s silent depth:
Quick sensibility of pain and pleasure
Moves the light fluids lightly; but no soul
Warmeth the inner frame.
Tertsky. Yet, would I rather
Trust the smooth brow than that deep furrowed one. 50
SCENE VIII
WALLENSTEIN, TERTSKY, ILLO.
Illo. Treason and mutiny!
Tertsky. And what further now?
Illo. Tiefenbach’s soldiers, when I gave the orders
To go off guard — Mutinous villains!
Tertsky. Well!
Wallenstein. What followed?
Illo. They refused obedience to them. 5
Tertsky. Fire on them instantly! Give out the order.
Wallenstein. Gently! what cause did they assign?
Illo. No other,
They said, had right to issue orders but
Lieutenant-General Piccolomini.
Wallenstein. What? How is that? 10
Illo. He takes that office on him by commission,
Under sign-manual of the Emperor.
Tertsky. From the Emperor — hear’st thou, Duke?
Illo. At his incitement
The Generals made that stealthy flight —
Tertsky. Duke! hearest thou?
Illo. Caraffa too, and Montecuculi, 15
Are missing, with six other Generals,
All whom he had induced to follow him.
This plot he has long had in writing by him
From the Emperor; but ‘twas finally concluded
With all the detail of the operation 20
Some days ago with the Envoy Questenberg.
[WALLENSTEIN sinks down into a chair and covers
his face.
Tertsky. O hadst thou but believed me!
[Before 1] Illo (who enters agitated with rage). 1800, 1828, 1829.
SCENE IX
To them enter the COUNTESS.
Countess. This suspense,
This horrid fear — I can no longer bear it.
For heaven’s sake, tell me, what has taken place.
Illo. The regiments are all falling off from us.
Tertsky. Octavio Piccolomini is a traitor. 5
Countess. O my foreboding! [Rushes out of the room.
Tertsky. Hadst thou but believed me!
Now seest thou how the stars have lied to thee.
Wallenstein. The stars lie not; but we have here a work
Wrought counter to the stars and destiny.
The science is still honest: this false heart 10
Forces a lie on the truth-telling heaven.
On a divine law divination rests;
Where nature deviates from that law, and stumbles
Out of her limits, there all science errs.
True, I did not suspect! Were it superstition 15
Never by such suspicion t’ have affronted
The human form, O may that time ne’er come