Part 207 (1/2)

[Two reports of cannon. ILLO and TERZKY hurry to the window.

WALLENSTEIN.

What's that?

TERZBY.

He falls.

WALLENSTEIN.

Falls! Who?

ILLO.

Tiefenbach's corps Discharged the ordnance.

WALLENSTEIN.

Upon whom?

ILLO.

On--Neumann, Your messenger.

WALLENSTEIN (starting up).

Ha! Death and h.e.l.l! I will----

TERZKY.

Expose thyself to their blind frenzy?

d.u.c.h.eSS and COUNTESS.

No!

For G.o.d's sake, no!

ILLO.

Not yet, my general!

Oh, hold him! hold him!

WALLENSTEIN.

Leave me----

MAX.

Do it not; Not yet! This rash and b.l.o.o.d.y deed has thrown them Into a frenzy-fit--allow them time----

WALLENSTEIN.

Away! too long already have I loitered.

They are emboldened to these outrages, Beholding not my face. They shall behold My countenance, shall hear my voice-- Are they not my troops? Am I not their general, And their long-feared commander! Let me see, Whether indeed they do no longer know That countenance which was their sun in battle!

From the balcony (mark!) I show myself To these rebellious forces, and at once Revolt is mounded, and the high-swollen current Shrinks back into the old bed of obedience.

[Exit WALLENSTEIN; ILLO, TERZKY, and BUTLER follow.

SCENE XXI.

COUNTESS, d.u.c.h.eSS, MAX., and THEKLA.

COUNTESS (to the d.u.c.h.eSS).

Let them but see him--there is hope still, sister.