Wallenstein/The Death of Wallenstein/A5S04
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SCENE IV.
Gordon, Butler. (at first behind the Scenes.)
BUTLER. (not yet come into view of the stage.)
Here stand in silence till I give the signal.
Here stand in silence till I give the signal.
GORDON. (starts up.)
'Tis he, he has already brought the murderers.
'Tis he, he has already brought the murderers.
BUTLER.
The lights are out. All lies in profound sleep.
The lights are out. All lies in profound sleep.
GORDON.
What shall I do, shall I attempt to save him?
Shall I call up the house? Alarm the guards?
What shall I do, shall I attempt to save him?
Shall I call up the house? Alarm the guards?
BUTLER. (appears, but scarcely on the stage.)
A light gleams hither from the corridor.
It leads directly to the Duke's bed-chamber.
A light gleams hither from the corridor.
It leads directly to the Duke's bed-chamber.
GORDON.
But then I break my oath to the Emperor!
If he escape and strengthen the enemy,
Do I not hereby call down on my head
All the dread consequences?
But then I break my oath to the Emperor!
If he escape and strengthen the enemy,
Do I not hereby call down on my head
All the dread consequences?
BUTLER. (stepping forward.)
Hark! Who speaks there?
Hark! Who speaks there?
GORDON.
'Tis better, I resign it to the hands
Of Providence. For what am I, that I
Should take upon myself so great a deed?
I have not murder'd him, if he be murder'd;
But all his rescue were my act and deed;
Mine—and whatever be the consequences,
I must sustain them.
'Tis better, I resign it to the hands
Of Providence. For what am I, that I
Should take upon myself so great a deed?
I have not murder'd him, if he be murder'd;
But all his rescue were my act and deed;
Mine—and whatever be the consequences,
I must sustain them.
BUTLER. (advances.)
I should know that voice.
I should know that voice.
GORDON.
Butler!
Butler!
BUTLER.
'Tis Gordon. What do you want here?
Was it so late then, when the Duke dismiss'd you?
'Tis Gordon. What do you want here?
Was it so late then, when the Duke dismiss'd you?
GORDON.
Your hand bound up and in a scarf?
Your hand bound up and in a scarf?
BUTLER.
'Tis wounded.
That Illo fought as he was frantic, till
At last we threw him on the ground.
'Tis wounded.
That Illo fought as he was frantic, till
At last we threw him on the ground.
GORDON. (shuddering.)
Both dead?
Both dead?
BUTLER.
Is he in bed?
Is he in bed?
GORDON.
Ah, Butler!
Ah, Butler!
BUTLER.
Is he? speak.
Is he? speak.
GORDON.
He shall not perish! Not through you! The Heaven.
Refuses your arm. See—'tis wounded!—
He shall not perish! Not through you! The Heaven.
Refuses your arm. See—'tis wounded!—
BUTLER.
There is no need of my arm.
There is no need of my arm.
GORDON.
The most guilty
Have perish'd, and enough is given to justice.
(The Groom of the Chamber advances from the gallery, with his finger on his mouth, commanding silence.)
The most guilty
Have perish'd, and enough is given to justice.
(The Groom of the Chamber advances from the gallery, with his finger on his mouth, commanding silence.)
GORDON.
He sleeps! O murder not the holy sleep!
He sleeps! O murder not the holy sleep!
BUTLER.
No! he shall die awake.
(is going.)
GORDON.
His heart still cleaves
To earthly things: he's not prepar'd to step
Into the presence of his God!
No! he shall die awake.
(is going.)
GORDON.
His heart still cleaves
To earthly things: he's not prepar'd to step
Into the presence of his God!
BUTLER. (going.)
God's merciful!
God's merciful!
GORDON. (holds him.)
Grant him but this night's respite.
Grant him but this night's respite.
BUTLER. (hurrying off.)
The next moment
May ruin all.
The next moment
May ruin all.
GORDON. (holds him still.)
One hour!———
One hour!———
BUTLER.
Unhold me! What
Can that short respite profit him?
Unhold me! What
Can that short respite profit him?
GORDON.
O—Time
Works miracles. In one hour many thousands
Of grains of sand run out; and quick as they,
Thought follows thought within the human soul.
Only one hour! Your heart may change its purpose,
His heart may change its purpose—some new tidings
May come; some fortunate event, decisive,
May fall from Heaven and rescue him! O what
May not one hour achieve!
O—Time
Works miracles. In one hour many thousands
Of grains of sand run out; and quick as they,
Thought follows thought within the human soul.
Only one hour! Your heart may change its purpose,
His heart may change its purpose—some new tidings
May come; some fortunate event, decisive,
May fall from Heaven and rescue him! O what
May not one hour achieve!
BUTLER.
You but remind me,
How precious every minute is!
(he stamps on the floor.)
You but remind me,
How precious every minute is!
(he stamps on the floor.)