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The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Volume 04
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[The lackey goes and brings it. The ELECTOR attires himself and dons his princely insignia.]
SCENE III
FIELD-MARSHAL DÖRFLING enters. The others as before.
DÖRFLING. Rebellion, my Elector!
ELECTOR (still occupied with his clothes). Calm yourself!
You know that I detest to have my room
Without a warning word, invaded thus.
What do you want?
MARSHAL. Forgive me! An affair
Of special consequence has brought me hither.
Unordered, Colonel Kottwitz moved his force
Into the city; hundred officers
Are gathered round him in the armor-hall.
From hand to hand a paper passes round
That purposes encroachment on your rights.
ELECTOR. I am informed of it. What can it be
Except a ferment friendly to the Prince
On whom the law has laid the sentence, death?
MARSHAL. 'Tis so, by God on high! You struck it right!
ELECTOR. Well, then, and good. My heart is in their midst.
MARSHAL. The rumor goes the maniacs intend
This very night to hand you their petition
Here in the Castle; and should you persist
In carrying out, irreconcilably,
The sentence—scarce I dare to bring you this!—
To liberate him from his bonds by force!
ELECTOR (sombrely).
Come now, who told you that?
MARSHAL. Who told me that?
The lady Retzow, cousin of my wife,
Whom you may trust. She spent this evening
In Bailiff Retzow's, in her uncle's house,
And heard some officers who came from camp
Brazenly utter this audacious plan.
ELECTOR. A man must tell me that ere I'll believe it.
I'll set this boot of mine before his house
To keep him safe from these young heroes'
hands!
MARSHAL. My lord, I beg you, if it be your will,
To grant the Prince his pardon after all:
Fulfil it ere an odious deed be done.
You know that every army loves its hero.
Let not this spark which kindles in it now
Spread out and wax a wild consuming fire.
Nor Kottwitz nor the crowd he has convened
Are yet aware my faithful word has warned you.
Ere he appears, send back the Prince's sword,
Send it, as, after all, he has deserved.
One piece of chivalry the more you give
To history, and one misdeed the less.
ELECTOR. Concerning that I'd have to ask the Prince,
Who was not idly made a prisoner,
As you may know, nor idly may be freed.—
I'll see the gentlemen when they arrive.
MARSHAL (to himself).
Curse it! His armor's proof to every dart.
SCENE IV
Two lackeys enter, one with a letter in his hand. The others as before.
1st LACKEY. Sir, Colonels Kottwitz, Hennings, Truchsz and others
Beg audience!
ELECTOR (to the second lackey, as he takes the letter).
This from the Prince of Homburg?
2D LACKEY. Indeed, your Highness.
ELECTOR. Who delivered it?
2D LACKEY. The Swiss on guard before the castle gate,
Who had it from the Prince's bodyguard.
[The ELECTOR stands by the table, and reads; whereupon he turns and calls to a page.]
Prittwitz! Bring me the warrant, bring it here.
And let me have the passport for the Swede's
Ambassador, Gustaf, the Count of Horn.
[Exit the page.]
[To the first lackey.] Now Kottwitz and his retinue may come.
