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therla (as soon as the Countess is out of sight, in a quick low voice to Piccolomini). Don't trust them! They are false! MAx. Impossible! ther L.A. Trust no one here but me. I saw at once, They had a purpose. MAX. Purpose! but what purpose? And how can we be instrumental to it? TH ext, A. I know no more than you; but yet believe me: There's some design in this! to make us happy, To realize our union—trust me, love! They but pretend to wish it. MAX. But these Tertskys—— Why use we them at all? Why not your mother? Excellent creature! she deserves from us A full and filial confidence. THER LA. She doth love you, Doth rate you high before all others—but– But such a secret—she would never have The courage to conceal it from my father. For her own peace of mind we must preserve it A secret from her too. Max. Why any secret? I love not secrets. Mark, what I will do. I'll throw me at your father's feet—let him Decide upon my fortunes!—He is true, He wears no mask—he hates all crooked ways— He is so good, so noble! therla (falls on his neck). That are you! MAx. You knew him only since this morn; but I Have lived ten years already in his presence. And who knows whether in this very moment He is not merely waiting for us both To own our loves, in order to unite us! You are silent?—— You look at me with such a hopelessness! What have you to object against your father? Th Fri.A. 1? Nothing. Only he's so occupied— He has no leisure time to think about The happiness of us two. Follow me! Let us not place too great a faith in men. These Tertskys—we will still be grateful to them For every kindness, but not trust them further Than they deserve;—and in all else rely—— On our own hearts! Max. O! shall we e'er be happy?
[Taking his hand tenderly.
Thekl.A. Are we not happy now? Art thou not mine? Am I not thine? There lives within my soul A lofty courage—'t is love gives it me! I ought to be less open–ought to hide My heart more from thee—so decorum dictates: But where in this place couldst thou seek for truth, If in my mouth thou didst not find it?
SC E N E VI. To them enters the Countess Tentsky.
countess (in a pressing manner). Come! My husband sends me for you—It is now The latest moment. [They not appearing to attend to what she says, she steps between them. Part you! the KLA. O, not yet! It has been scarce a moment. countess. Aye! Then time Flies swiftly with your Highness, Princess niece! MAX. There is no hurry, aunt. countrss. Away! away! The folks begin to miss you. Twice already His father has ask'd for him. th. Ekl, A. Ha! his father' countess. You understand that, niece' ther L.A. Why needs he To go at all to that society? 'Tis not his proper company. They may Be worthy men, but he's too young for them. In brief, he suits not such society. count ess. You mean, you'd rather keep him wholly here? therla (with energy). Yes! you have hit it, aunt! That is my meaning. Leave him here wholly! Tell the company— countess. What? have you lost your senses, niece"— Count, you remember the conditions. Come! Max. (to THEKLA). Lady, I must obey, Farewell, dear lady! [Thorls turns away from him with a quick motion. What say you then, dear lady? Therla (without looking at him). Nothing. Go! MAx. Can I, when you are angry—— [He draws up to her, their eyes meet, she stand, silent a moment, then throu's herself into his arms; he presses her fast to his heart. countess. Off! Heavens! if any one should come! Hark! What's that noise! It comes this way.——off Max. tears himself away out of her arms, and goes. The Countess accompanies him. Turkla fol
lows him with her eyes at first, walks restlessly across the room, then stops, and remains standing, lost in thought. A guitar lies on the table, she seizes it as by a sudden emotion, and after she has played a while an irregular and melancholy symphony, she falls gradually into the music and sings. thkkla (plays and sings). The cloud doth gather, the greenwood roar, The damsel paces along the shore; The billows they tumble with might, with might; And she slings out her voice to the darksome night; Her bosom is swelling with sorrow; The world it is empty, the heart will die, There's nothing to wish for beneath the sky: Thou Holy One, call thy child away! I've lived and loved, and that was to-day— Make ready my grave-clothes to morrow.
SCEN E W II.
'I found it not in my power to translate this song with literal *"y, preserving at the same time the Alcaic Movement; and have therefore added the original with a prose translation. Some of my readers may be more fortunate.
tnesla (spielt und sing).
Der Eichwald brauser, die wolken ziehn,
Das Auge von Weinen getrabet:
Ich babe gelebt unu geliebet.
tnesla (plays and sings).
The oak-forest bellows, the cloud, gather, the damsel walks to *"d fro on the green of the bore; the wave breaks with might, ** might, and she sit go out into the dark night, her eye disco” with weeping; the heart is dead, the world in empty, and *** gives it nothing more to the wish. Thou Holy One, call thy child home. I have enjoyed the happiness of this world, I have Iived and have loved.
I cannot but add here an imitation of this song, with which the **hor of . The Tale of Rosamund Gray and blind Margaret- has "oured me, and which appears to me to have caught the happiest manner of our old ballads.
The clouds are blackening, the storms threat'ning,
Out of his fearful and enormous being,
Not thy fate hath shown him
Thy heart, say rather—'t was thy heart, my child!
cot Not ess.
[Turk LA remains silent. The Countess continues.
Thou mean's to force him to thy liking –Child,
th. Fr. L.A.
My name too is Friedland.
He shall have found a genuine daughter in me.
| Unknown to me: 'i is possible his aims
The dull thick noise of war alone stirs here;
SCEN E VIII.
A large saloon lighted up with festal Splendour; in the midst of it, and in the Centre of the stage, a Table richly set out, at which eight Generals are sitting, among whom are Octavio Piccolourwi. Terrsky, and MARADAs. Right and left of this, but further back, two other Tables, at each of which six Persons are placed. The Middle Door, which is standing open, gives to the Prospect a fourth Table, with the same Number of Persons. More forward stands the sideboard. The whole front of the stage is kept open for the Pages and Serrants in waiting. All is in motion. The Band of Music belonging to Tekrsky's Regiment march across the Stage, and draw up round the Tables. Before they are quite off from the Front of the stage, Max. Piccolonist appears, Teatsky advances towards him with a
* There are few, who will not have taste enough to langh at the two concluding lines of this soliloquy ; and still fewer, I would fain hope, who would not have been more dis osed to shudder, had Î given a faithful translation. For the readers of German I have added the original:
Rhind-wathend schlendert selbst der Gott der Freude
Paper, Isolant comes up to meet him with a Beaker or Service-cup.
Tearsky, Isolaxi, Max. Piccolomini.
isol, Ant. fiere brother, what we love! Why, where hast been 1 Off to thv place—quick! Tertsky here has given The mother's holiday wine up to free booty. Here it goes on as at the Heidelberg castle. Already hast thou lost the best. They're giving At vonder table ducal crowns in shares; There's Sternberg's lands and chattels are put up, with Eggenberg's, Stawata's, Lichtenstein's, And all the great Bohemian feodalities. Be nimble, sal' and something may turn up For thee—who knows? off—to thy place! quick! march' tierexbach and Gostz (call out from the second and third tables). Count Piccolominil tratsky. Stop, ye shall have him in an instant.—Read This oath here, whether as "t is here set forth, The wording satisfies you. They 've all read it, Each in his turn, and each one will subscribe His individual signature. MAx. (reads). • Ingratis servirencfas." Isot, ANI. That sounds to my ears very much like Latin, And being interpreted, pray what may’t mean?
refitsky. = No honest man will serve a thankless master. Max. • Inasmuch as our supreme Commander, the illustrious Duke of Friedland, in consequence of the manifold affronts and grievances which he has received, had expressed his determination to quit the Emperor, but on our unanimous entreaty has graciously consented to remain still with the army, and not to part from us without our approbation thereof, so we, collectively and each in particular, in the stead of an oath personally taken, do hereby oblige ourselves—likewise by him honourably and faithfully to hold, and in nowise whatsoever from him to part, and to be ready to shed for his interests the last drop of our blood, so far, namely, as our oath to the Emperor will permit it. (These last words are repeated by Isolani.) In testimony of which we subscribe our names.” tents KY. Now!—are you willing to subscribe this paper? 1soil-N1. why should he not? All officers of honour Can do it, aye must do it.-Pen and ink here! tentsky. Nay, let it rest till after meal. isolani (drawing Max, along). Come, Max. (Both seat themselves at their table.
SCENE i x. Tentsky, NEUMANN.
tentsky (beckons to Neumans who is waiting at the side-table, and steps forward with him to the edge of the stage). Have you the copy with you, Neumann? Give it. It may be changed for the other? Neum ANN, I have copied it Letter by letter, line by line; no eye Would eer discover other difference, Save only the omission of that clause, According to your Excellency's order. - Tertsky. Right! lay it yonder, and away with this— It has perform'd its business—to the fire with it— [NeuMANN lays the copy on the table, and steps back again to the side-table.
S C E N E X. Illo (comes out from the second chamber), Tentsky.
- 1 LL0.
How goes it with young Piccolominis
teatsky. All right, I think. He has started no objection.
Ile is the only one I fear about—
They are quite cordial in the scheme. We have them.
How goes it there? Hush'
SCENE XI. to them enter Butler from the second table.
but LeR. Don't disturb yourselves. Field Marshal, I have understood you perfectly. Good luck be to the scheme; and as to me, [h'ith an air of mystery. You may depend upon me. illo (with vivacity). May we, Butler?
As long as 'tis his pleasure to remain
No stern economist, no Ferdinand,
butlem (with a haughty look).
Then I repent me not of that fidelity
ILL0. Say, And speak roundly, what are we to deem you? Butler.
A friend! I give you here my hand! I'm your's
All powerful souls have kindred with each other.
[Exeunt, each to his table.
MASTER OF THE CELLAB. The best wine! O : if my old mistress, his lady mother, could but see these wild Boings on, she would turn herself round in her grave. Yes, yes, sir officer! "t is all down the hill with this noble house! no end, no moderation And this marriage with the Duke's sister, a splendid connection, a very splendid connection! but I will tell you, sir officer, it looks no good. in Euxia NN. Heaven forbid! Why, at this very moment the whole prospect is in bud and blossom MASTER of the cell AR. You think son-Well, well! much may be said on that head. Fiest servant (comes). Burgundy for the fourth table. MASTER of THE CELLARNow, sir lieutenant, if this an’t the seventieth flask– Fiast seaw ANt. Why, the reason is, that German lord, Tiefenbach sits at that table. Master of the cellar (continuing his discourse to NEUMANN). They are soaring too high. They would rival kings and electors in their pomp and splendour; and wherever the Duke leaps, not a minute does my gracious master, the count, loiter on the brink——(to the Servants.)—What do you stand there listening for I will let you know you have legs presently. Off! see to the tables, see to the slasks! Look there! Count Palfi has an empty glass before him! nuns En (comes). The great service-cup is wanted, sir; that rich gold cup with the Bohemian arms on it. The Count says you know which it is. Master of the cellAR. Ay! that was made for Frederick's coronation by the