CASIMIR. I kneel, I kneel! Retract thy curse! O, by my mother's ashes, KIUPRILI. Son, I forgive thee! Take thy father's sword; Fools! Cowards! follow-or by Hell I'll make you Then sees the body of PESTALUTZ, covered by Ha! 'tis done then! And is it not well? For though grafted on us, [AS EMERICK moves towards the body, enter from OLD BATHORY (pointing to where the noise is, and aside Th' assembled chieftains have deposed the tyrant; to CASIMIR). EMERICK. He is proclaim'd the public enemy, FIRST CONFEDERATE. Just doom for him, who governs without law! Is it known on whom the sov'reignty will fall? SECOND CONFEDERATE. Nothing is yet decided: but report Enter SAROLTA. Hail to Sarolta SAROLTA. Confederate friends! I bring to you a joy To bless our country. More and greater tidings Curses on it, and thee! Think'st thou that petty omen Would mar the wondrous tale. Wait we for him Dare whisper fear to Emerick's destiny? Ho! Treason! Treason! The partner of the glory-Raab Kiuprili; [Shouts of "Kiuprili, Kiuprili!" and "The Tyrant's fallen!" without. Then enter KIUPRILI, CASIMIR, RUDOLPH, BATHORY, and Attendants, after the clamor has subsided. RAAB KIUPRILI. [Dies. Spare yet your joy, my friends! A higher waits you: Behold your Queen! Hear, hear, my father! Thou shouldst have witness'd thine own deed. O father! Wake from that envious swoon! The tyrant's fallen! It is! it is! OTHER CONFEDERATES. ZAPOLYA. Heaven's work of grace is full! Kiuprili, thou art safe! RAAB KIUPRILI. Royal Zapolya! To the heavenly powers, pay we our duty first; The powerful intercession of thy virtue, ZAPOLYA. Hear that from me, son! CASIMIR. Chef Ragozzi! That the same means which have preserved our O shame upon my head! I would have given her sovereign, Have likewise rear'd him worthier of the throne ALL. Hail, Andreas! Hail, Illyria's rightful king! ANDREAS. Supported thus, O friends! 't were cowardice From the appointed charge. Yet, while we wait In this brief while, O let me feel myself To a base slave! ZAPOLYA. Heaven overruled thy purpose, And sent an angel (Pointing to SAROLTA) to thy house to guard her! Thou precious bark! freighted with all our treasures! (Pointing to GLYCINE). Take her, son! SAROLTA. A banquet waits! The child, the friend, the debtor!-Heroic mother!-On this auspicious day, for some few hours But what can breath add to that sacred name? Of the sublimest friendship, let my youth Climb round thee, as the vine around its elm: My heart is full, and these poor words express not I claim to be your hostess. Scenes so awful For freedom can with those alone abide, Who wear the golden chain, with honest pride, Now, and from henceforth, thou shalt not forbid me While mad ambition ever doth caress To call thee father! And dare I forget Its own sure fate, in its own restlessness! The Piccolomini; or, the First Part of Wallenstein. A DRAMA. TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN OF SCHILLER. PREFACE. In the translation I endeavored to render my Author literally wherever I was not prevented by absolute differences of idiom; but I am conscious, that in two or three short passages I have been guilty of dilating the original; and, from anxiety to give the full It was my intention to have prefixed a Life of Wal-meaning, have weakened the force. In the metre I lenstein to this translation; but I found that it must have availed myself of no other liberties than those either have occupied a space wholly disproportionate which Schiller had permitted to himself, except the to the nature of the publication, or have been merely occasional breaking-up of the line by the substitua meagre catalogue of events narrated not more tion of a trochee for an iambic; of which liberty, so fully than they already are in the Play itself. The frequent in our tragedies, I find no instance in these recent translation, likewise, of Schiller's History of dramas. the Thirty Years' War diminished the motives thereto. S. T. COLERIDGE. BUTLER. Both wife and daughter does the Duke call hither? ISOLANI. Hm ! So much the better! I had framed my mind ILLO (who has been standing in the attitude of meditation, to BUTLER, whom he leads a little on one side). And how came you to know That the Count Galas joins us not? BUTLER He importuned me to remain behind. ILLO (with warmth). And you?-You hold out firmly? Because [Grasping his hand with affection. Noble Butler! BUTLER. After the obligation which the Duke Had laid so newly on me ILLO. I had forgotten A pleasant duty-Major-General, I wish you joy! ISOLANI. What, you mean, of his regiment? In which he first saw service, and since then, To the whole corps, if once in their remembrance BUTLER. I am perplex'd and doubtful, whether or no The Emperor has not yet confirm'd the appointment. ISOLANI. Seize it, friend! Seize it! The hand which in that post Placed you, is strong enough to keep you there, Spite of the Emperor and his Ministers? ILLO. Ay, if we would but so consider it!- My noble brother! did I tell you how His arm, and where they can, to clip his pinions. BUTLER. These requisitions of the Emperor, I too have heard about them; but I hope ILLO. Not from his right most surely, unless first BUTLER (shocked and confused). Know you aught then? You alarm me. Ay! Well, well, then-to compel him, if you choose. Whom there was nothing to delay from pressing ISOLANI (at the same time with BUTLER, and in a hur- Onwards into the very heart of Austria. rying voice). We should be ruin'd, every one of us! ILLO. No more! Yonder I see our worthy friend* approaching BUTLER (shaking his head significantly). SCENE II. Enter OCTAVIO PICCOLOMINI and QUESTENBERG. Ay, ay! more still! Still more new visitors! ISOLANI. My noble brother, At that time you and Werdenberg appear'd Yes, yes, 'tis comprehensible enough, QUESTENBERG. Why not, Count Isolan? ILLO. A worthy office! After with our blood Even now am I arrived; it had been else my duty-To be swept out of it is all our thanks, And lo! betwixt them both, experienced Prudence! Thank Heaven! that means have been found out to His cares and feelings all ranks share alike, hide Some little from the fingers of the Croats. ILLO. There! The Stawata and the Martinitz, On whom the Emperor heaps his gifts and graces, ISOLANI. And therefore thrusts he us into the deserts BUTLER. Driven from their house and home-who reap no Why, were we all the court supposes us, harvests Save in the general calamity Who now, with kingly pomp, insult and mock BUTLER. And those state-parasites, who have their feet "Twere dangerous, sure, to give us liberty. QUESTENBERG. You have taken liberty-it was not given you. OCTAVIO (interposing and addressing QUESTENBERG). This is no more than a remembrancing Would pare the soldier's bread, and cross his reckon-Talk even so? One runs into the other. ing! ISOLANI. My life long will it anger me to think, How when I went to court seven years ago, QUESTENBERG. ILLO. Well, let us go.-Ho! Colonel Butler, come. Yes, yes! your travelling bills soon found their way The noble Envoy at the General's palace. Then after come what may come. "Tis man's nature You are now acquainted with three-fourths of the |