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resign without disturbance.

      I see how all will end. The King of Hungary

      Makes his appearance, and 'twill of itself

      Be understood that then the Duke retires.

      There will not want a formal declaration;

      The young King will administer the oath

      To the whole army; and so all returns

      To the old position. On some morrow morning

      The Duke departs; and now 'tis stir and bustle

      Within his castles. He will hunt, and build,

      And superintend his horses' pedigrees;

      Creates himself a court, gives golden keys,

      And introduces strictest ceremony

      In fine proportions, and nice etiquette;

      Keeps open table with high cheer: in brief,

      Commences mighty King—in miniature.

      And while he prudently demeans himself,

      And gives himself no actual importance,

      He will be let appear whate'er he likes;

      And who dares doubt that Friedland will appear

      A mighty Prince to his last dying hour?

      Well now, what then? Duke Friedland is as others,

      A fire-new Noble, whom the war hath raised

      To price and currency, a Jonah's gourd,

      An over-night creation of court-favor,

      Which with an undistinguishable ease

      Makes Baron or makes Prince.

      WALLENSTEIN (in extreme agitation).

                                        Take her away.

      Let in the young Count Piccolomini.

      COUNTESS.

      Art thou in earnest? I entreat thee! Canst thou

      Consent to bear thyself to thy own grave,

      So ignominiously to be dried up?

      Thy life, that arrogated such an height

      To end in such a nothing! To be nothing,

      When one was always nothing, is an evil

      That asks no stretch of patience, a light evil;

      But to become a nothing, having been—

      WALLENSTEIN (starts up in violent agitation).

      Show me a way out of this stifling crowd,

      Ye powers of Aidance! Show me such a way

      As I am capable of going. I

      Am no tongue-hero, no fine virtue-prattler;

      I cannot warm by thinking; cannot say

      To the good luck that turns her back upon me,

      Magnanimously: "Go; I need thee not."

      Cease I to work, I am annihilated.

      Dangers nor sacrifices will I shun,

      If so I may avoid the last extreme;

      But ere I sink down into nothingness,

      Leave off so little, who began so great,

      Ere that the world confuses me with those

      Poor wretches whom a day creates and crumbles,

      This age and after ages[25] speak my name

      With hate and dread; and Friedland be redemption

      For each accursed deed.

      COUNTESS.

                          What is there here, then,

      So against nature? Help me to perceive it!

      O let not Superstition's nightly goblins

      Subdue thy clear bright spirit! Art thou bid

      To murder?—with abhorr'd, accursed poinard,

      To violate the breasts that nourish'd thee?

      That were against our nature, that might aptly

      Make thy flesh shudder, and thy whole heart sicken,[26]

      Yet not a few, and for a meaner object,

      Have ventured even this, ay, and perform'd it.

      What is there in thy case so black and monstrous?

      Thou art accused of treason—whether with

      Or without justice is not now the question—

      Thou art lost if thou dost not avail thee quickly

      Of the power which thou possessest—Friedland! Duke!

      Tell me where lives that thing so meek and tame,

      That doth not all his living faculties

      Put forth in preservation of his life?

      What deed so daring, which necessity

      And desperation will not sanctify?

      WALLENST.

      Once was this Ferdinand so gracious to me;

      He loved me; he esteem'd me; I was placed

      The nearest to his heart. Full many a time

      We like familiar friends, both at one table,

      Have banqueted together. He and I—

      And the young kings themselves held me the basin

      Wherewith to wash me—and is't come to this?

      COUNTESS.

      So faithfully preserves thou each small favor,

      And hast no memory for contumelies?

      Must I remind thee, how at Regensburg

      This man repaid thy faithful services?

      All ranks and all conditions in the empire

      Thou hadst wronged, to make him great,—hadst loaded on thee,

      On thee, the hate, the curse of the whole world.

      No friend existed for thee in all Germany,

      And why? because thou hadst existed only

      For the Emperor. To the Emperor alone

      Clung Friedland in that storm which gather'd round him

      At Regensburg in the Diet—and he dropp'd thee!

      He let thee fall! he let thee fall a victim

      To the Bavarian, to that insolent!

      Deposed, stript bare of all thy dignity

      And power, amid the taunting of thy foes,

      Thou wert let drop into obscurity.—

      Say not the restoration of thy honor

      Has made atonement for that first injustice.

      No honest good-will was it that replaced thee;

      The law of hard necessity replaced thee,

      Which they had fain opposed, but that they could not.

      WALLENST.

      Not to their good wishes, that is certain,

      Nor yet to his affection I'm indebted

      For this high office: and if I abuse it,

      I shall therein abuse no confidence.

      COUNTESS.

      Affection! confidence!—they needed thee.

      Necessity,

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