The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge Volume II Part 97

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[_MAX attempts once more to approach THEKLA. WALLENSTEIN prevents him. MAX stands irresolute, and in apparent anguish. In the mean time the stage fills more and more; and the horns sound from below louder and louder, and each time after a shorter interval._

_Max._ Blow, blow! O were it but the Swedish Trumpets, And all the naked swords, which I see here, 40 Were plunged into my breast! What purpose you?

You come to tear me from this place! Beware, Ye drive me not in desperation.--Do it not!

Ye may repent it!

[_The stage is entirely filled with armed men._

Yet more! weight upon weight to drag me down! 45 Think what ye're doing. It is not well done To choose a man despairing for your leader; You tear me from my happiness. Well, then, I dedicate your souls to vengeance. Mark!

For your own ruin you have chosen me: 50 Who goes with me, must be prepared to perish.

[_He turns to the background, there ensues a sudden and violent movement among the_ Cuira.s.siers; _they surround him, and carry him off in wild tumult.

WALLENSTEIN remains immovable. THEKLA sinks into her mother's arms. The curtain falls. The music becomes loud and overpowering, and pa.s.ses into a complete war-march--the orchestra joins it--and continues during the interval between the second and third Act._

LINENOTES:

[10] _Wallenstein (steps between Max and Thekla, who have remained during this time in each others arms)._ 1800, 1828, 1829.

ACT III

SCENE I

_The_ Burgomaster's _House at Egra._

_BUTLER._

_Butler._ Here then he is, by his destiny conducted.

Here, Friedland! and no farther! From Bohemia Thy meteor rose, traversed the sky awhile, And here upon the borders of Bohemia Must sink.

Thou hast forsworn the ancient colours, 5 Blind man! yet trustest to thy ancient fortunes.

Profaner of the altar and the hearth, Against thy Emperor and fellow-citizens Thou mean'st to wage the war. Friedland, beware-- The evil spirit of revenge impels thee-- 10 Beware thou, that revenge destroy thee not!

LINENOTES:

[Before 1] _Butler (just arrived)._ 1800, 1828, 1829.

SCENE II

_BUTLER and GORDON._

_Gordon._ Is it you?

How my heart sinks! The Duke a fugitive traitor!

His princely head attainted! O my G.o.d!

_Butler._ You have received the letter which I sent you By a post-courier?

_Gordon._ Yes! and in obedience to it 5 Opened the strong hold to him without scruple.

For an imperial letter orders me To follow your commands implicitly.

But yet forgive me; when even now I saw The Duke himself, my scruples recommenced. 10 For truly, not like an attainted man, Into this town did Friedland make his entrance; His wonted majesty beamed from his brow, And calm, as in the days when all was right, Did he receive from me the accounts of office; 15 'Tis said, that fallen pride learns condescension: But sparing and with dignity the Duke Weighed every syllable of approbation, As masters praise a servant who has done His duty, and no more.

_Butler._ 'Tis all precisely 20 As I related in my letter. Friedland Has sold the army to the enemy, And pledged himself to give up Prague and Egra.

On this report the regiments all forsook him, The five excepted that belong to Tertsky, 25 And which have followed him, as thou hast seen.

The sentence of attainder is pa.s.sed on him, And every loyal subject is required To give him in to justice, dead or living.

_Gordon._ A traitor to the Emperor--Such a n.o.ble! 30 Of such high talents! What is human greatness!

I often said, this can't end happily.

His might, his greatness, and this obscure power Are but a covered pit-fall. The human being May not be trusted to self-government. 35 The clear and written law, the deep trod foot-marks Of ancient custom, are all necessary To keep him in the road of faith and duty.

The authority entrusted to this man Was unexampled and unnatural 40 It placed him on a level with his Emperor, Till the proud soul unlearned submission. Wo is me; I mourn for him! for where he fell, I deem Might none stand firm. Alas! dear General, We in our lucky mediocrity 45 Have ne'er experienced, cannot calculate, What dangerous wishes such a height may breed In the heart of such a man.

_Butler._ Spare your laments Till he need sympathy; for at this present He is still mighty, and still formidable. 50 The Swedes advance to Egra by forced marches, And quickly will the junction be accomplished.

This must not be! The Duke must never leave This strong hold on free footing; for I have Pledged life and honour here to hold him prisoner, 55 And your a.s.sistance 'tis on which I calculate.

_Gordon._ O that I had not lived to see this day!

From his hand I received this dignity, He did himself entrust this strong hold to me, Which I am now required to make his dungeon. 60 We subalterns have no will of our own: The free, the mighty man alone may listen To the fair impulse of his human nature.

Ah! we are but the poor tools of the law, Obedience the sole virtue we dare aim at! 65

_Butler._ Nay, let it not afflict you, that your power Is circ.u.mscribed. Much liberty, much error!

The narrow path of duty is securest.

_Gordon._ And all then have deserted him, you say?

He has built up the luck of many thousands; 70 For kingly was his spirit: his full hand Was ever open! Many a one from dust Hath he selected, from the very dust Hath raised him into dignity and honour.

And yet no friend, not one friend hath he purchased, 75 Whose heart beats true to him in the evil hour.

_Butler._ Here's one, I see.

_Gordon._ I have enjoyed from him No grace or favour. I could almost doubt, If ever in his greatness he once thought on An old friend of his youth. For still my office 80 Kept me at distance from him; and when first He to this citadel appointed me, He was sincere and serious in his duty.

I do not then abuse his confidence, If I preserve my fealty in that 85 Which to my fealty was first delivered.

_Butler._ Say, then, will you fulfil the attainder on him?

_Gordon._ If it be so--if all be as you say-- If he've betrayed the Emperor, his master, Have sold the troops, have purposed to deliver 90 The strong holds of the country to the enemy-- Yea, truly!---there is no redemption for him!

Yet it is hard, that me the lot should destine To be the instrument of his perdition; For we were pages at the court of Bergau 95 At the same period; but I was the senior.

_Butler._ I have heard so----

_Gordon._ 'Tis full thirty years since then.

A youth who scarce had seen his twentieth year Was Wallenstein, when he and I were friends: Yet even then he had a daring soul: 100 His frame of mind was serious and severe Beyond his years: his dreams were of great objects.

He walked amidst us of a silent spirit, Communing with himself: yet I have known him Transported on a sudden into utterance 105 Of strange conceptions; kindling into splendour His soul revealed itself, and he spake so That we looked round perplexed upon each other, Not knowing whether it were craziness, Or whether it were a G.o.d that spoke in him. 110

_Butler._ But was it where he fell two story high From a window-ledge, on which he had fallen asleep; And rose up free from injury? From this day (It is reported) he betrayed clear marks Of a distempered fancy.

_Gordon._ He became 115 Doubtless more self-enwrapt and melancholy; He made himself a Catholic. Marvellously His marvellous preservation had transformed him.

Thenceforth he held himself for an exempted And privileged being, and, as if he were 120 Incapable of dizziness or fall, He ran along the unsteady rope of life.

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