Wallenstein/The Piccolomini/A3S2

by Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller

SCENE II.

Octavio and Max. as before. To them the
Valet of the Chamber.

OCTAVIO.

How, now, then?

VALET.

A dispatch is at the door.

OCTAVIO.

So early? From whom comes he then? Who is it?

VALET.

That he refus'd to tell me.

OCTAVIO.

Lead him in:

And, hark you—let it not transpire.

[Exit Valet—the Cornet steps in.

OCTAVIO.

Ha! Cornet—is it you? and from Count Galas?

Give me your letters.

CORNET.

The Lieutenant-general

Trusted it not to letters.

OCTAVIO.

And what is it?

CORNET.

He bade me tell you—Dare I speak openly here?

OCTAVIO.

My son knows all.

CORNET.

We have him.

OCTAVIO.

Whom?

CORNET.

Sesina,

The old negociator.

OCTAVIO (eagerly).

And you have him?

CORNET.

In the Bohemian Forest Captain Mohrbrand

Found and secur'd him yester morning early:
He was proceeding then to Regenspurg,
And on him were dispatches for the Swede.

OCTAVIO.

And the dispatches———

CORNET.

The lieutenant-general

Sent them that instant to Vienna, and
The prisoner with them.

OCTAVIO.

This is, indeed, a tiding!

That fellow is a precious casket to us,
Enclosing weighty things.—Was much found on him?

CORNET.

I think, six packets, with Count Tertsky's arms.

OCTAVIO.

None in the Duke's own hand?

CORNET.

Not that I know.

OCTAVIO.

And old Sesina?

CORNET.

He was sorely frighten'd,

When it was told him he must to Vienna.
But the Count Altringer bade him take heart,
Would he but make a full and free confession.

OCTAVIO.

Is Altringer then with your Lord? I heard

That he lay sick at Linz.

CORNET.

These three days past

He's with my master, the Lieutenant-general,
At Frauemburg. Already have they sixty
Small companies together, chosen men:
Respectfully they greet you with assurances,
That they are only waiting your commands.

OCTAVIO.

In a few days may great events take place.

And when must you return?

CORNET.

I wait your orders.

OCTAVIO.

Remain till evening.

(Cornet signifies his assent and obeisance, and is going.)

OCTAVIO.

No one saw you—ha?

CORNET.

No living creature. Thro' the cloister wicket

The Capuchins, as usual, let me in.

OCTAVIO.

Go, rest your limbs, and keep yourself conceal'd.

I hold it probable, that yet ere evening
I shall dispatch you. The developement
Of this affair approaches: ere the day,
That even now is dawning in the heaven,
Ere this eventful day hath set, the lot
That must decide our fortunes will be drawn.

[Exit Cornet.

 

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