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The Piccolomini
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2017
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Duke Friedland
Hath made his preparations. He relies
Upon the stars. He deems us unprovided,
And thinks to fall upon us by surprise.
Yea, in his dream of hope, he grasps already
The golden circle in his hand. He errs,
We, too, have been in action – he but grasps
His evil fate, most evil, most mysterious!
MAX
Oh, nothing rash, my sire! By all that's good,
Let me invoke thee – no precipitation!
OCTAVIO
With light tread stole he on his evil way,
And light of tread hath vengeance stole on after him.
Unseen she stands already, dark behind him
But one step more – he shudders in her grasp!
Thou hast seen Questenberg with me. As yet
Thou knowest but his ostensible commission:
He brought with him a private one, my son!
And that was for me only.
MAX
May I know it?
OCTAVIO (seizes the patent)
Max!
In this disclosure place I in thy hands
[A pause.
The empire's welfare and thy father's life.
Dear to thy inmost heart is Wallenstein
A powerful tie of love, of veneration,
Hath knit thee to him from thy earliest youth.
Thou nourishest the wish, – O let me still
Anticipate thy loitering confidence!
The hope thou nourishest to knit thyself
Yet closer to him —
MAX
Father —
OCTAVIO
Oh, my son!
I trust thy heart undoubtingly. But am I
Equally sure of thy collectedness?
Wilt thou be able, with calm countenance,
To enter this man's presence, when that I
Have trusted to thee his whole fate?
MAX
According
As thou dost trust me, father, with his crime.
[OCTAVIO takes a paper out of his escritoire and gives it to him.
MAX
What! how! a full imperial patent!
OCTAVIO
Read it.
MAX. (just glances on it)
Duke Friedland sentenced and condemned!
OCTAVIO
Even so.
MAX. (throws down the paper)
Oh, this is too much! O unhappy error!
OCTAVIO
Read on. Collect thyself.
MAX. (after he has read further, with a look of affright and astonishment on his father)
How! what! Thou! thou!
OCTAVIO
But for the present moment, till the King
Of Hungary may safely join the army,
Is the command assigned to me.
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