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SCENE VIII.-Servants run across the stage full of
terror. The whole scene must be spoken entirely with
Seni. (from the gallery.) O bloody frightful deed ! Coun.
What is it, Seni? Page. (from the gallery.) O piteous sight !
[Other servants hasten in with torches. Coun. What is it! for God's sake! Seni.
And do you ask ? Within the duke lies murder'd—and your husband Assassinated at the castle.
[The Countess stands motionless. Female Serv. (rushing across the stage.) Help! help!
the duchess ! Burgomaster. (enters.) What mean these confused Loud cries, that wake the sleepers of this house?
Gor. Your house is cursed to all eternity. In your house doth the duke lie murder'd ! Bur. (rushing out.)
Heaven forbid! 1st Serv. Fly! fly! they murder us all! 2d Serv. (carrying silver plate.) That way! the
lower Passages are block'd up. Voice (from behind the scene.) Make room for the
lieutenant-general: [.At these words the Countess starts from her stupor,
collects herself, and retires suddenly. Voice ( from behind the scene.) Keep back the peo
ple! Guard the door!
SCENE IX.-To these enters Octavio Piccolomini with
all his train. At the same time Devıreux and Macdunald enter from the corridor with the Halberdiers. -Wallenstein's dead body is carried over the back part of the stage, wrapped in a piece of crimson tapestry.
Octa. (entering abruptly.) It must not be! It is not
possible! Butler! Gordon! I'll not believe it. Say, No!
(Gordon, without answering, points with his hand
to the body of Wallenstein as it is carried over the back of the stage. Octavio looks that way,
and stands overpowered with horror. Dev. (to Butler.) Here is the golden fleece—the
duke's swordMac. Is it
[now But. (pointing to Octavio.) Here stands he who Hath the sole power to issue orders.
[Devereux and Macdonald relire with marks of obeisance. One drops away after the other,
till only Butler, Octavio, and Gordon remain on the
stage. Octa. (turning to Butler.) Was that my purpose,
Butler, when we parted ?
Your hand is pure. You have
But. (calmly.) I've but fulfilled the emperor's own
Octa. O curse of kings,
my best speed to Vienna; place
-My bleeding sword before my emperor's throne,
SCENE X.—To these enter the Countess Tertsky, pale
and disordered. Her utterance is slow and feeble,
are the results
They are the fruits
too is desolate.
Octa. Speak not of vengeance! speak not of mal
treatment! The emperor is appeased; the heavy fault Hath heavily been expiated-nothing Descended from the father to the daughter, Except his glory and his services. The empress honours your adversity, Takes part in your afflictions, opens to you Her motherly arms! Therefore no farther fears; Yield yourself up in hope and confidence To the imperial grace! Coun. (with her eye raised to heaven.) To the grace
and mercy of a greater Master Do I yield up myself. Where shall the body Of the duke have its place of final rest ? In the Chartreuse, which he himself did found At Gitschin, rests the Countess Wallenstein; And by her side, to whom he was indebted For his first fortunes, gratefully he wish'd He might sometime repose in death! O let him Be buried there. And likewise, for my husband's Remains, I ask the like grace. The emperor Is now proprietor of all our castles. This sure may well be granted us—one sepulchre Beside the sepulchres of our forefathers!
Octa. Countess, you tremble, you turn pale!