_To these enter_ BUTLER
BUTLER (_passionately_).
General! This is not right!
WALLENSTEIN.
What is not right?
BUTLER.
It must needs injure us with all honest men.
WALLENST.
But What?
BUTLER.
It is an open proclamation
Of insurrection.
WALLENSTEIN.
Well, well--but what is it?
BUTLER.
Count Terzky's regiments tear the Imperial Eagle
From off the banners, and instead of it
Have rear'd aloft their arms.
ANSPESSADE (_abruptly to the_ Cuirassiers).
Right about! March!
WALLENST.
Cursed be this counsel, and accursed who gave it!
[_To the_ Cuirassiers, _who are retiring_.]
Halt, children, halt! There's some mistake in this;
Hark!--I will punish it severely. Stop!
They do not hear. (_To_ ILLO.) Go after them, assure them,
And bring them back to me, cost what it may.
[ILLO _hurries out_.]
This hurls us headlong. Butler! Butler!
You are my evil genius! Wherefore must you
Announce it in their presence? It was all
In a fair way. They were half won! those madmen
With their improvident over-readiness--
cruel game is Fortune playing with me.
The zeal of friends it is that razes me,
And not the hate of enemies.