_Max._ Where lies the fault but on you in Vienna? I will deal openly with you, Questenberg. Just now, as first I saw you standing here, (I'll own it to you freely) indignation Crowded and pressed my inmost soul together. 165 'Tis ye that hinder peace, ye!--and the warrior, It is the warrior that must force it from you. Ye fret the General's life out, blacken him, Hold him up as a rebel, and Heaven knows What else still worse, because he spares the Saxons, 170 And tries to awaken confidence in the enemy; Which yet 's the only way to peace: for if War intermit not during war, how then And whence can peace come?--Your own plagues fall on you! Even as I love what's virtuous, hate I you. 175 And here make I this vow, here pledge myself; My blood shall spurt out for this Wallenstein, And my heart drain off, drop by drop, ere ye Shall revel and dance jubilee o'er his ruin. [_Exit._ FOOTNOTES: [614:1] In the original, Den blut'gen Lorbeer geb ich him mit Freuden Fürs erste Veilchen, das der Merz uns bringt, Das duftige Pffand der neuverjüngten Erde. _1800_, _1828_, _1829_. LINENOTES: [After 1] [_He embraces His father. As he turns round he observes Questenberg, and draws back with a cold and reserved air._ 1800, 1828, 1829. [Before 6] _Max (drily)._ 1800, 1828, 1829. [Before 20] _Octavio (to Max)._ 1800, 1828, 1829. [38] to] of 1800. [44] _Octavio (to Questenberg)._ 1800, 1828, 1829. [45] _some_ 1800, 1828, 1829. [46] _him_ 1800, 1828, 1829. _Max (continuing)._ In their, &c. 1800, 1828, 1829. [52] _there_ the _Present Being_ 1800, 1828, 1829. [58] _lives_ 1800, 1828, 1829. [63] _th' oppressed_ MS. R. [71] _may_ 1800, 1828, 1829. [73] BLESSING 1800, 1828, 1829. [78] _him_ 1800, 1828, 1829. [106] _have_ 1800, 1828, 1829. [113] _we_ 1800, 1828, 1829. [Before 123] _Octavio (attentive, with an appearance of uneasiness)._ 1800, 1828, 1829. [Before 158] _Questenberg (apparently much affected)._ 1800, 1828, 1829. [Before 161] _Max (turning round to him, quick and vehement)._ 1800, 1828, 1829. [165] peace, _ye_ 1800, 1828, 1829. [172] _how_ 1800, 1828, 1829. [173] _whence_ 1800, 1828, 1829. SCENE V _QUESTENBERG, OCTAVIO PICCOLOMINI._ _Questenberg._ Alas, alas! and stands it so? What, friend! and do we let him go away In this delusion--let him go away? Not call him back immediately, not open His eyes upon the spot? _Octavio._ He has now opened mine, 5 And I see more than pleases me. _Questenberg._ What is it? _Octavio._ Curse on this journey! _Questenberg._ But why so? What is it? _Octavio._ Come, come along, friend! I must follow up The ominous track immediately. Mine eyes Are opened now, and I must use them. Come! 10 [_Draws QUESTENBERG on with him._