Part 173 (1/2)
OCTAVIO.
Patience! Seat Yourself. Much yet Hast thou to hear from me, friend! Hast for years Lived in incomprehensible illusion.
Before thine eyes is treason drawing out As black a web as e'er was spun for venom: A power of h.e.l.l o'erclouds thy understanding.
I dare no longer stand in silence--dare No longer see thee wandering on in darkness, Nor pluck the bandage from thine eyes.
MAX.
My father!
Yet, ere thou speakest, a moment's pause of thought!
If your disclosures should appear to be Conjectures only--and almost I fear They will be nothing further--spare them! I Am not in that collected mood at present, That I could listen to them quietly.
OCTAVIO.
The deeper cause thou hast to hate this light, The more impatient cause have I, my son, To force it on thee. To the innocence And wisdom of thy heart I could have trusted thee With calm a.s.surance--but I see the net Preparing--and it is thy heart itself Alarms me, for thine innocence--that secret, [Fixing his eyes steadfastly on his son's face.
Which thou concealest, forces mine from me.
[MAX. attempts to answer, but hesitates, and casts his eyes to the ground embarra.s.sed.
OCTAVIO (after a pause).
Know, then, they are duping thee!--a most foul game With thee and with us all--nay, hear me calmly-- The duke even now is playing. He a.s.sumes The mask, as if he would forsake the army; And in this moment makes he preparations That army from the emperor to steal, And carry it over to the enemy!
MAX.
That low priest's legend I know well, but did not Expect to hear it from thy mouth.
OCTAVIO.
That mouth, From which thou hearest it at this present moment, Doth warrant thee that it is no priest's legend.
MAX.
How mere a maniac they supposed the duke; What, he can meditate?--the duke?--can dream That he can lure away full thirty thousand Tried troops and true, all honorable soldiers, More than a thousand n.o.blemen among them, From oaths, from duty, from their honor lure them, And make them all unanimous to do A deed that brands them scoundrels?
OCTAVIO.
Such a deed, With such a front of infamy, the duke No way desires--what he requires of us Bears a far gentler appellation. Nothing He wishes but to give the empire peace.
And so, because the emperor hates this peace, Therefore the duke--the duke will force him to it.
All parts of the empire will he pacify, And for his trouble will retain in payment (What he has already in his gripe)--Bohemia!
MAX.
Has he, Octavio, merited of us, That we--that we should think so vilely of him?
OCTAVIO.
What we would think is not the question here, The affair speaks for itself--and clearest proofs!
Hear me, my son--'tis not unknown to thee, In what ill credit with the court we stand.
But little dost thou know, or guess what tricks, What base intrigues, what lying artifices, Have been employed--for this sole end--to sow Mutiny in the camp! All bands are loosed-- Loosed all the bands that link the officer To his liege emperor, all that bind the soldier Affectionately to the citizen.
Lawless he stands, and threateningly beleaguers The state he's bound to guard. To such a height 'Tis swollen, that at this hour the emperor Before his armies--his own armies--trembles; Yea, in his capital, his palace, fears The traitor's poniard, and is meditating To hurry off and hide his tender offspring-- Not from the Swedes, not from the Lutherans--no, From his own troops to hide and hurry them!
MAX.
Cease, cease! thou torturest, shatterest me. I know That oft we tremble at an empty terror; But the false phantasm brings a real misery.
OCTAVIO.
It is no phantasm. An intestine war, Of all the most unnatural and cruel, Will burst out into flames, if instantly We do not fly and stifle it. The generals Are many of them long ago won over; The subalterns are vacillating; whole Regiments and garrisons are vacillating.
To foreigners our strongholds are intrusted; To that suspected Schafgotch is the whole Force of Silesia given up: to Terzky Five regiments, foot and horse; to Isolani, To Illo, Kinsky, Butler, the best troops.
MAX.
Likewise to both of us.