Wallenstein/The Piccolomini/A2S11
SCENE XI.
To them enter Butler from a second table.
BUTLER.
Field Marshal, I have understood you perfectly.
Good luck be to the scheme; and as to me,
[With an air of mystery)
You may depend upon me.
ILLO (with vivacity)
BUTLER.
You understand me? My fidelity
The Duke may put to any proof—I'm with him!
Tell him so! I'm the Emperor's officer,
As long as 'tis his pleasure to remain
The Emperor's general! and Friedland's servant,
As soon as it shall please him to become
His own lord.
TERTSKY.
No stern economist, no Ferdinand,
Is he to whom you plight your services.
BUTLER (with a haughty look)
To sale, Count Tertsky! Half a year ago
I would not have advis'd you to have made me
An overture to that, to which I now
Offer myself of my own free accord.—
But that is past! and to the Duke, Field Marshal,
I bring myself together with my regiment.
And mark you, 'tis my humour to believe,
The example which I give will not remain
Without an influence.
ILLO.
That the whole army looks to Colonel Butler,
As to a light that moves before them?
BUTLER.
Then I repent me not of that fidelity
Which for the length of forty years I held,
If in my sixtieth year my old good name
Can purchase for me a revenge so full.
Start not at what I say, sir Generals!
My real motives—they concern not you.
And you yourselves, I trust, could not expect
That this your game had crook'd my judgment—or
That fickleness, quick blood, or such like cause,
Has driven the old man from the track of honour,
Which he so long had trodden.—Come, my friends!
I'm not thereto determin'd with less firmness,
Because I know and have look'd steadily
At that on which I have determin'd.
ILLO.
And speak roundly, what are we to deem you?
BUTLER.
With all I have. Not only men, but money
Will the Duke want. Go, tell him, sirs!
I've earn'd and laid up somewhat in his service,
I lend it him; and is he my survivor,
It has been already long ago bequeath'd him.
He is my heir. For me, I stand alone
Here in the world; nought know I of the feeling
That bind the husband to a wife and children.
My name dies with me, my existence ends.
ILLO.
Like your's weighs tons of gold down, weighs down millions!
BUTLER.
To Prague—and with a master, whom I buried.
From lowest stable duty I climb'd up,
Such was the fate of war, to this high rank,
The plaything of a whimsical good fortune.
And Wallenstein too is a child of luck,
I love a fortune that is like my own.
ILLO.
BUTLER.
To the determin'd, an auspicious moment.
The Prince of Weimar arms, upon the Main
To found a mighty dukedom. He of Halberstadt,
That Mansfeld, wanted but a longer life
To have mark'd out with his good sword a lordship
That should reward his courage. Who of these
Equals our Friedland? There is nothing, nothing
So high, but he may set the ladder to it!
TERTSKY.
BUTLER.
I'll be your warrant for the Scotchman Lesly.
Come! to the company!
TERTSKY.
Let the best wines come up. Ho! cheerly, boy!
Luck comes to-day, so give her hearty welcome.
[Exeunt, each to his table.