But there is brought to me from your equerry
A fplendid richly-plated hunting dress

So to remunerate me

for my trouble

Yes, yes, remunerate me! Since a trouble
It must be, a mere office, not a favour
Which I leapt forward to receive, and which

you

for.

I came already with full heart to thank
No! 'twas not fo intended, that my bufinefs
Should be my highest best good fortune!
(Tertfky enters, and delivers letters to the
Duke, which he breaks open hurryingly.)

COUNTESS. (to Max.)

Remunerate your trouble! For his joy
He makes you recompenfe. 'Tis not unfitting
For you, Count Piccolomini, to feel
So tenderly-my brother it befeems

To fhew himself for ever great and princely.

THEKLA.

Then I too muft have fcruples of his love:
For his munificent hands did ornament me
Ere yet the father's heart had spoken to me.

MAX.

Yes; 'tis his nature ever to be giving

And making happy.

(He grafps the hand of the Duchefs with fill increafing warmth.)

t How my heart pours out

Its all of thanks to him: O! how I feem

To utter all things in the dear name Friedland.
While I fhall live; fo long will I remain
The captive of this name: in it fhall bloom

My

My every fortune, every lovely hope.
Inextricably as in fome magic ring

In this name hath my deftiny charm-bound me!

COUNTESS.

(Who during this time has been anxiously watching the Duke, and remarks that he is loft in thought over the letters.)

My brother wishes us to leave him. Come.

WALLENSTEIN.

You, Max.

(Turns himself round quick, collects himself, and Speaks with chearfulness to the Duchefs.) Once more I bid thee welcome to the camp, Thou art the hoftefs of this court. Will now again administer your old office, While we perform the fovereign's business here. (Max. Piccolomini offers the Duchess his arm, the Countess accompanies the Princefs.)

TERTSKY. (calling after him.)

Max. we depend on feeing you at the meeting.

SCENE X.

WALLENSTEIN, COUNT TERTSKY.

WALLENSTEIN. (in deep thought to himself.) She hath feen all things as they are—It is fo, And fquares completely with my other notices. They have determin'd finally in Vienna, Have given me my fucceffor already; It is the king of Hungary, Ferdinand,

The

The Emperor's delicate fon! he's now their faviour,
He's the new ftar that's rifing now! Of us
They think themselves already fairly rid,
And as we were deceas'd, the heir already
Is entering on poffeffion.-Therefore-dispatch!
(As he turns round he obferves Tertsky, and
gives him a letter.)

Count Altringer will have himself excus'd,
And Galas too-I like not this!

TERTSKY.

And if

Thou loitereft longer, all will fall away,
One following the other.

WALLENSTEIN.

Altringer

Is mafter of the Tyrole paffes. I must forthwith
Send fome one to him, that he let not in
The Spaniards on me from the Milanese.
————Well, and the old Sefin, that ancient trader
In contraband negociations, he

Has fhewn himself again of late. What brings he
From the Count Thur?

TERTSKY.

The Count communicates,

He has found out the Swedish chancellor

At Halberstadt, where the convention's held, Who fays, you've tir'd him out, and that he'll

have

No further dealings with you.

WALLENSTEIN.

And why fo?

TERTSKY

TERTSKY.

He fays, you are never in earnest in your speeches, That you decoy the Swedes-to make fools of them, Will league yourself with Saxony against them, And at last make yourself a riddance of them With a paltry fum of money.

WALLENSTEIN.

So then, doubtless, ›

Yes, doubtless, this fame modeft Swede expects
That I fhall yield him fome fair German tract
For his prey and booty, that ourselves at laft
On our own foil and native territory,
May be no longer our own lords and masters!
An excellent scheme !-No, no! They must be off,
Off, off! away!-we want no fuch neighbours.

TERTSKY.

Nay, yield them up that dot, that speck of land—
It goes not from
your portion. If you win
The game, what matters it to you who pays it?

WALLENSTEIN.

Off with them, off! Thou understand'st not this.
Never shall it be faid of me, I parcell'd
My native land away, difmember'd Germany,
Betray'd it to a foreigner, in order

To come with ftealthy tread, and filch away
My own share of the plunder.-Never! never!-
No foreign power shall strike root in the empire,
And least of all, thefe Goths! these hunger-

wolves!

Who fend fuch envious, hot and greedy glances T'wards the rich bleffings of our German lands!

I'll

I'll have their aid to caft and draw my nets,
But not a fingle fish of all the draught

Shall they come in for.

TERTSKY.

You will deal, however,

More fairly with the Saxons? They lofe patience While you shift ground and make fo many curves. Say, to what purpose all these masks? Your friends

Are plung'd in doubts, baffled, and led aftray in

you.

There's Oxenftein, there's Arnheim-neither

knows

What he should think of your procrastinations. And in the end I prove the liar; all

Paffes through me. I have not even your handwriting.

WALLENSTEIN.

I never give my hand-writing; thou know'ft it,

TERTSKY.

But how can it be known that you're in earnest,
If the act follows not upon the word?
You must yourself acknowledge, that in all
Your intercourfes hitherto with th' enemy

You might have done with fafety all you have done,
Had you meant nothing further than to gull him
For th' Emperor's fervice.

WALLENSTEIN (after a paufe, during which he looks narrowly on Tertsky.)

And from whence doft thou know

That I'm not gulling him for th' Emperor's fervice?

Whence