The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge (Illustrated Edition). Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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Not that I know.
Octavio. And old Sesina?
Cornet. He was sorely frightened,
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. 25
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 Frauenberg. Already have they sixty
Small companies together, chosen men; 30
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? 35
Cornet. No living creature. Through the cloister wicket
The Capuchins, as usual, let me in.
Octavio. Go, rest your limbs, and keep yourself concealed.
I hold it probable, that yet ere evening
I shall dispatch you. The development 40
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.
[Before 10] Octavio (eagerly). 1800, 1828, 1829.
SCENE III
OCTAVIO and MAX PICCOLOMINI.
Octavio. Well — and what now, son? All will soon be clear;
For all, I’m certain, went through that Sesina.
Max. I will procure me light a shorter way.
Farewell.
Octavio. Where now? — Remain here.
Max. To the Duke. 5
Octavio. What ——
Max. If thou hast believed that I shall act
A part in this thy play ——
Thou hast miscalculated on me grievously.
My way must be straight on. True with the tongue, 10
False with the heart — I may not, cannot be:
Nor can I suffer that a man should trust me —
As his friend trust me — and then lull my conscience
With such low pleas as these:—’I ask’d him not —
He did it all at his own hazard — and 15
My mouth has never lied to him.’ — No, no!
What a friend takes me for, that I must be.
— I’ll to the Duke; ere yet this day is ended
Will I demand of him that he do save
His good name from the world, and with one stride 20
Break through and rend this fine-spun web of yours.
He can, he will! — I still am his believer.
Yet I’ll not pledge myself, but that those letters
May furnish you, perchance, with proofs against him.
How far may not this Tertsky have proceeded — 25
What may not he himself too have permitted
Himself to do, to snare the enemy,
The laws of war excusing? Nothing, save
His own mouth shall convict him — nothing less!
And face to face will I go question him. 30
Octavio. Thou wilt?
Max. I will, as sure as this heart beats.
Octavio. I have, indeed, miscalculated on thee.
I calculated on a prudent son,
Who would have blest the hand beneficent
That plucked him back from the abyss — and lo! 35
A fascinated being I discover,
Whom his two eyes befool, whom passion wilders,
Whom not the broadest light of noon can heal.
Go, question him! — Be mad enough, I pray thee.
The purpose of thy father, of thy Emperor, 40
Go, give it up free booty: — Force me, drive me
To an open breach before the time. And now,
Now that a miracle of heaven had guarded
My secret purpose even to this hour,
And laid to sleep Suspicion’s piercing eyes, 45
Let me have lived to see that mine own son,
With frantic enterprise, annihilates
My toilsome labours and state-policy.
Max. Aye — this state-policy! O how I curse it!
You will some time, with your state-policy, 50
Compel him to the measure: it may happen,
Because ye are determined that he is guilty,
Guilty ye’ll make him. All retreat cut off,
You close up every outlet, hem him in
Narrower and narrower, till at length ye force him — 55
Yes, ye, — ye force him, in his desperation,
To set fire to his prison. Father! Father!
That never can end well — it cannot — will not!
And let it be decided as it may,
I see with boding heart the near approach 60
Of an ill-starred unblest catastrophe.
For this great Monarch-spirit, if he fall,
Will drag a world into the ruin with him.
And as a ship (that midway on the ocean
Takes fire) at once, and with a thunder-burst 65
Explodes, and with itself shoots out its crew
In smoke and ruin betwixt sea and heaven;
So will he, falling, draw down in his fall
All us, who’re fixed and mortised to his fortune.
Deem of it what thou wilt; but pardon me, 70
That I must bear me on in my own way.
All must remain pure betwixt him and me;
And, ere the daylight dawns, it must be known
Which I must lose — my father, or my friend.
[During his exit the curtain drops.
[Before 3] Max (who through the whole of the foregoing scene has been
in a violent and visible struggle of feelings, at length starts as one