_To these enter_ BUTLER
TERZKY (_meeting him_).
O look there! Butler! Here we've still a friend!
WALLENSTEIN (_meets him with outspread arms, and embraces
him with warmth_).
Come to my heart, old comrade! Not the sun
Looks out upon us more revivingly
In the earliest month of spring,
Than a friend's countenance in such an hour.
BUTLER.
My General: I come--
WALLENSTEIN (_leaning on_ BUTLER's _shoulder_).
Know'st thou already?
That old man has betray'd me to the Emperor.
What say'st thou? Thirty years have we together
Lived out, and held out, sharing joy and hardship.
We have slept in one camp-bed, drunk from one glass,
One morsel shared! I lean'd myself on _him_,
As now I lean me on _thy_ faithful shoulder.
And now in the very moment, when, all love,
All confidence, my bosom beat to his,
He sees and takes the advantage, stabs the knife
Slowly into my heart.
[_He hides his face on_ BUTLER'S _breast_.]
BUTLER.
Forget the false one.
What is your present purpose?
WALLENSTEIN.
Well remember'd!
Courage, my soul! I am still rich in friends,
Still loved by Destiny; for in the moment
That it unmasks the plotting hypocrite,
It sends and proves to me one faithful heart.
Of the hypocrite no more! Think not his loss
Was that which struck the pang: O no! his treason
Is that which strikes this pang! No more of him!
Dear to my heart and honor'd were they both,
And the young man--yes--he did truly love me,
He--he--has not deceived me. But enough,
Enough of this--swift counsel now beseems us.
The Courier, whom Count Kinsky sent from Prague,
I expect him every moment: and whatever
He may bring with him, we must take good care
To keep it from the mutineers. Quick then!
Dispatch some messenger you can rely on
To meet him and conduct him to me.
[ILLO _is going_.]
BUTLER (_detaining him_).
My General, whom expect you then?
WALLENSTEIN.
The Courier
Who brings me word of the event at Prague.
BUTLER (_hesitating_).
Hem!
WALLENST.
And what now?
BUTLER.
You do not know it?
WALLENSTEIN.
Well?
BUTLER.
From what that larum in the camp arose?
WALLENST.
From what?
BUTLER.
That Courier--
WALLENSTEIN (_with eager expectation_).
Well?
BUTLER.
Is already here.
TERZKY and ILLO (_at the same time_).
Already here?
WALLENSTEIN.
My Courier?
BUTLER.
For some hours.
WALLENST.
And I not know it?
BUTLER.
The sentinels detained him
In custody.
ILLO (_stamping with his foot_).
Damnation!
BUTLER.
And his letter
Was broken open, and is circulated
Through the whole camp.
WALLENSTEIN.
You know what it contains?
BUTLER.
Question me not!
TERZKY.
Illo, alas for us!
WALLENST.
Hide nothing from me--I can hear the worst.
Prague then is lost? It is! Confess it freely.
BUTLER.
Yes! Prague is lost. And all the several regiments
At Budweiss, Tabor, Braunau, Königingratz,
At Brunn and Zanaym, have forsaken you,
And ta'en oaths of fealty anew
To the Emperor. Yourself, with Kinsky, Terzky,
And Illo have been sentenced.
[TERZKY _and_ ILLO _express alarm and fury_. WALLENSTEIN
_remains firm and collected_.]
WALLENSTEIN.
'Tis decided!
'Tis well! I have received a sudden cure
From all the pangs of doubt: with steady stream
Once more my life-blood flows! My soul's secure!
In the night only Friedland's stars can beam.
Lingering irresolute, with fitful fears
I drew the sword--'twas with an inward strife,
While yet the choice was mine. The murderous knife
Is lifted for my heart! Doubt disappears!
I fight now for my head and for my life.
[_Exit_ WALLENSTEIN; _the others follow him_.]