Friedrich Schiller - The d**h of Wallenstein (Act 2 Scene 6) lyrics

OCTAVIO PICCOLOMINI, BUTLER. BUTLER. At your command, lieutenant-general. OCTAVIO. Welcome, as honored friend and visitor. BUTLER. You do me too much honor. OCTAVIO (after both have seated themselves) You have not Returned the advances which I made you yesterday— Misunderstood them as mere empty forms. That wish proceeded from my heart—I was In earnest with you—for 'tis now a time In which the honest should unite most closely. BUTLER. 'Tis only the like-minded can unite. OCTAVIO. True! and I name all honest men like-minded. I never charge a man but with those acts To which his character deliberately Impels him; for alas! the violence Of blind misunderstandings often thrusts The very best of us from the right track. You came through Frauenberg. Did the Count Gallas Say nothing to you? Tell me. He's my friend. BUTLER. His words were lost on me. OCTAVIO. It grieves me sorely To hear it: for his counsel was most wise. I had myself the like to offer. BUTLER. Spare Yourself the trouble—me the embarra**ment. To have deserved so ill your good opinion. OCTAVIO. The time is precious—let us talk openly. You know how matters stand here. Wallenstein Meditates treason—I can tell you further, He has committed treason; but few hours Have past since he a covenant concluded With the enemy. The messengers are now Full on their way to Egra and to Prague. To-morrow he intends to lead us over To the enemy. But he deceives himself; For prudence wakes—the emperor has still Many and faithful friends here, and they stand In closest union, mighty though unseen. This manifesto sentences the duke— Recalls the obedience of the army from him, And summons all the loyal, all the honest, To join and recognize in me their leader. Choose—will you share with us an honest cause? Or with the evil share an evil lot? BUTLER (rises). His lot is mine. OCTAVIO. Is that your last resolve? BUTLER. It is. OCTAVIO. Nay, but bethink you, Colonel Butler. As yet you have time. Within my faithful breast That rashly uttered word remains interred. Recall it, Butler! choose a better party; You have not chosen the right one. BUTLER (going). Any other Commands for me, lieutenant-general? OCTAVIO. See your white hairs; recall that word! BUTLER. Farewell! OCTAVIO. What! Would you draw this good and gallant sword In such a cause? Into a curse would you Transform the gratitude which you have earned By forty years' fidelity from Austria? BUTLER (laughing with bitterness). Gratitude from the House of Austria! [He is going. OCTAVIO (permits him to go as far as the door, then calls after him). Butler! BUTLER. What wish you? OCTAVIO. How was't with the count? BUTLER. Count? what? OCTAVIO (coldly). The title that you wished, I mean. BUTLER (starts in sudden pa**ion). Hell and damnation! OCTAVIO coldly). You petitioned for it— And your petition was repelled—was it so? BUTLER. Your insolent scoff shall not go by unpunished. Draw! OCTAVIO. Nay! your sword to its sheath! and tell me calmly How all that happened. I will not refuse you Your satisfaction afterwards. Calmly, Butler! BUTLER. Be the whole world acquainted with the weakness For which I never can forgive myself, Lieutenant-general! Yes; I have ambition. Ne'er was I able to endure contempt. It stung me to the quick that birth and title Should have more weight than merit has in the army. I would fain not be meaner than my equal, So in an evil hour I let myself Be tempted to that measure. It was folly! But yet so hard a penance it deserved not. It might have been refused; but wherefore barb And venom the refusal with contempt? Why dash to earth and crush with heaviest scorn The gray-haired man, the faithful veteran? Why to the baseness of his parentage Refer him with such cruel roughness, only Because he had a weak hour and forgot himself? But nature gives a sting e'en to the worm Which wanton power treads on in sport and insult. OCTAVIO. You must have been calumniated. Guess you The enemy who did you this ill service? BUTLER. Be't who it will—a most low-hearted scoundrel! Some vile court-minion must it be, some Spaniard; Some young squire of some ancient family, In whose light I may stand; some envious knave, Stung to his soul by my fair self-earned honors! OCTAVIO. But tell me, did the duke approve that measure? BUTLER. Himself impelled me to it, used his interest In my behalf with all the warmth of friendship. OCTAVIO. Ay! are you sure of that? BUTLER. I read the letter. OCTAVIO. And so did I—but the contents were different. [BUTLER is suddenly struck. By chance I'm in possession of that letter— Can leave it to your own eyes to convince you. [He gives him the letter. BUTLER. Ha! what is this? OCTAVIO. I fear me, Colonel Butler, An infamous game have they been playing with you. The duke, you say, impelled you to this measure? Now, in this letter, talks he in contempt Concerning you; counsels the minister To give sound chastisement to your conceit, For so he calls it. [BUTLER reads through the letter; his knees tremble, he seizes a chair, and sinks clown in it. You have no enemy, no persecutor; There's no one wishes ill to you. Ascribe The insult you received to the duke only. His aim is clear and palpable. He wished To tear you from your emperor: he hoped To gain from your revenge what he well knew (What your long tried fidelity convinced him) He ne'er could dare expect from your calm reason. A blind tool would he make you, in contempt Use you, as means of most abandoned ends. He has gained his point. Too well has he succeeded In luring you away from that good path On which you had been journeying forty years! BUTLER (his voice trembling). Can e'er the emperor's majesty forgive me? OCTAVIO. More than forgive you. He would fain compensate For that affront, and most unmerited grievance Sustained by a deserving gallant veteran. From his free impulse he confirms the present, Which the duke made you for a wicked purpose. The regiment, which you now command, is yours. [BUTLER attempts to rise, sinks down again. He labors inwardly with violent emotions; tries to speak and cannot. At length he takes his sword from the belt, and offers it to PICCOLOMINI. OCTAVIO. What wish you? Recollect yourself, friend. BUTLER. Take it. OCTAVIO. But to what purpose? Calm yourself. BUTLER. O take it! I am no longer worthy of this sword. OCTAVIO. Receive it then anew, from my hands—and Wear it with honor for the right cause ever. BUTLER. Perjure myself to such a gracious sovereign? OCTAVIO. You'll make amends. Quick! break off from the duke! BUTLER. Break off from him. OCTAVIO. What now? Bethink thyself. BUTLER (no longer governing his emotion). Only break off from him? He dies! he dies! OCTAVIO. Come after me to Frauenberg, where now All who are loyal are a**embling under Counts Altringer and Gallas. Many others I've brought to a remembrance of their duty This night be sure that you escape from Pilsen. BUTLER (strides up and down in excessive agitation, then steps up to OCTAVIO with resolved countenance). Count Piccolomini! dare that man speak Of honor to you, who once broke his troth. OCTAVIO. He who repents so deeply of it dares. BUTLER. Then leave me here upon my word of honor! OCTAVIO. What's your design? BUTLER. Leave me and my regiment. OCTAVIO. I have full confidence in you. But tell me What are you brooding? BUTLER. That the deed will tell you. Ask me no more at present. Trust me. Ye may trust safely. By the living God, Ye give him over, not to his good angel! Farewell. [Exit BUTLER. SERVANT (enters with a billet). A stranger left it, and is gone. The prince-duke's horses wait for you below. [Exit SERVANT. OCTAVIO (reads). "Be sure, make haste! Your faithful Isolani." —O that I had but left this town behind me. To split upon a rock so near the haven! Away! This is no longer a safe place For me! Where can my son be tarrying!