  OCTAVIO PICCOLOMINI enters, in conversation with MARADAS, and both place themselves quite on the edge of the stage on one side of the proscenium. On the side directly opposite, MAX. PICCOLOMINI, by himself, lost in thought, and taking no part in anything that is going forward. The middle space between both, but rather more distant from the edge of the stage, is filled up by BUTLER, ISOLANI, GOETZ, TIEFENBACH, and KOLATTO. ISOLANI (while the company is coming forward). Good-night, good-night, Kolatto! Good-night, lieutenant-general! I should rather say good-morning. GOETZ (to TIEFENBACH). Noble brother! (making the usual compliment after meals). TIEFENBACH. Ay! 'twas a royal feast indeed. GOETZ. Yes, my lady countess understands these matters. Her mother-in-law, heaven rest her soul, taught her! Ah! that was a housewife for you! TIEFENBACH. There was not her like in all Bohemia for setting out a table. OCTAVIO (aside to MARADAS). Do me the favor to talk to me—talk of what you will—or of nothing. Only preserve the appearance at least of talking. I would not wish to stand by myself, and yet I conjecture that there will be goings on here worthy of our attentive observation. (He continues to fix his eye on the whole following scene.) ISOLANI (on the point of going). Lights! lights! TERZKY (advances with the paper to ISOLANI). Noble brother; two minutes longer! Here is something to subscribe. ISOLANI. Subscribe as much as you like—but you must excuse me from reading it. TERZKY. There is no need. It is the oath which you have already read. Only a few marks of your pen! [ISOLANI hands over the paper to OCTAVIO respectfully. TERZKY. Nay, nay, first come, first served. There is no precedence here. [OCTAVIO runs over the paper with apparent indifference. TERZKY watches him at some distance. GOETZ (to TERZKY). Noble count! with your permission—good-night. TERKZY. Where's the hurry? Come, one other composing draught. (To the SERVANTS). Ho! GOETZ. Excuse me—aint able. TERZKY. A thimble-full. GOETZ. Excuse me. TIEFENBACH (sits down). Pardon me, nobles! This standing does not agree with me. TERZKY. Consult your own convenience, general. TIEFENBACH. Clear at head, sound in stomach—only my legs won't carry me any longer. ISOLANI (pointing at his corpulence). Poor legs! how should they! Such an unmerciful load! [OCTAVIO subscribes his name, and reaches over the paper to TERZKY, who gives it to ISOLANI; and he goes to the table to sign his name. TIEFENBACH. 'Twas that war in Pomerania that first brought it on. Out in all weathers—ice and snow—no help for it. I shall never get the better of it all the days of my life. GOETZ. Why, in simple verity, your Swedes make no nice inquiries about the season. TERZKY (observing ISOLANI, whose hand trembles excessively so that he can scarce direct his pen). Have you had that ugly complaint long, noble brother? Despatch it. ISOLANI. The sins of youth! I have already tried the chalybeate waters. Well—I must bear it. [TERZKY gives the paper to MARADAS; he steps to the table to subscribe. OCTAVIO (advancing to BUTLER). You are not over-fond of the orgies of Bacchus, colonel! I have observed it. You would, I think, find yourself more to your liking in the uproar of a battle than of a feast. BUTLER. I must confess 'tis not in my way. OCTAVIO (stepping nearer to him friendlily). Nor in mine neither, I can assure you; and I am not a little glad, my much-honored Colonel Butler, that we agree so well in our opinions. A half-dozen good friends at most, at a small round table, a glass of genuine Tokay, open hearts, and a rational conversation—that's my taste. BUTLER. And mine, too, when it can be had. [The paper comes to TIEFENBACH, who glances over it at the same time with GOETZ and KOLATTO. MARADAS in the meantime returns to OCTAVIO. All this takes places, the conversation with BUTLER proceeding uninterrupted. OCTAVIO (introducing MADARAS to BUTLER.) Don Balthasar Maradas! likewise a man of our stamp, and long ago your admirer. [BUTLER bows. OCTAVIO (continuing). You are a stranger here—'twas but yesterday you arrived—you are ignorant of the ways and means here. 'Tis a wretched place. I know at your age one loves to be snug and quiet. What if you move your lodgings? Come, be my visitor. (BUTLER makes a low bow.) Nay, without compliment! For a friend like you I have still a corner remaining. BUTLER (coldly). Your obliged humble servant, my lord lieutenant-general. [The paper comes to BUTLER, who goes to the table to subscribe it. The front of the stage is vacant, so that both the PICCOLOMINIS, each on the side where he had been from the commencement of the SCENE, remain alone. OCTAVIO (after having some time watched his son in silence, advances somewhat nearer to him). You were long absent from us, friend! MAX. I—urgent business detained me. OCTAVIO. And, I observe, you are still absent! MAX. You know this crowd and bustle always makes me silent. OCTAVIO (advancing still nearer). May I be permitted to ask what the business was that detained you? Terzky knows it without asking. MAX. What does Terzky know? OCTAVIO. He was the only one who did not miss you. ISOLANI (who has been attending to them for some distance steps up). Well done, father! Rout out his baggage! Beat up his quarters! there is something there that should not be. TERZKY (with the paper). Is there none wanting? Have the whole subscribed? OCTAVIO. All. TERZKY (calling aloud). Ho! Who subscribes? BUTLER (to TERZKY). Count the names. There ought to be just thirty. TERZKY. Here is a cross. TIEFENBACH. That's my mark! ISOLANI. He cannot write; but his cross is a good cross, and is honored by Jews as well as Christians. OCTAVIO (presses on to MAX.). Come, general! let us go. It is late. TERZKY. One Piccolomini only has signed. ISOLANI (pointing to MAX.). Look! that is your man, that statue there, who has had neither eye, ear, nor tongue for us the whole evening. [MAX. receives the paper from TERZKY, which he looks upon vacantly. |
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