_Butler._ A friend! I give you here my hand! I'm yours With all I have. Not only men, but money Will the Duke want.----Go, tell him, sirs! I've earned and laid up somewhat in his service, 45 I lend it him; and is he my survivor, It has been already long ago bequeathed him. He is my heir. For me, I stand alone, Here in the world; nought know I of the feeling That binds the husband to a wife and children. 50 My name dies with me, my existence ends. _Illo._ 'Tis not your money that he needs--a heart Like yours weighs tons of gold down, weighs down millions! _Butler._ I came a simple soldier's boy from Ireland To Prague--and with a master, whom I buried. 55 From lowest stable-duty I climbed 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. 60 _Illo._ All powerful souls have kindred with each other. _Butler._ This is an awful moment! to the brave, To the determined, an auspicious moment. The Prince of Weimar arms, upon the Maine To found a mighty dukedom. He of Halberstadt, 65 That Mansfeld, wanted but a longer life To have marked 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! 70 _Tertsky._ That's spoken like a man! _Butler._ Do you secure the Spaniard and Italian-- I'll be your warrant for the Scotchman Lesly. Come! to the company! _Tertsky._ Where is the master of the cellar? Ho! 75 Let the best wines come up. Ho! cheerly, boy! Luck comes to-day, so give her hearty welcome. [_Exeunt, each to his table._ LINENOTES: [After 3] [_with an air of mystery_ 1800, 1828, 1829. [4] _Illo (with vivacity)._ 1800, 1828, 1829. [15] _Butler (with a haughty look)._ 1800, 1828, 1829. [34] _my_ 1800, 1828, 1829. [36] Had] Has 1800, 1828, 1829. SCENE XII _The_ Master of the Cellar _advancing with NEUMANN_, Servants _passing backwards and forwards._ _Master of the Cellar._ The best wine! O! if my old mistress, his lady mother, could but see these wild goings on, she would turn herself round in her grave. Yes, yes, sir officer! 'tis all down the hill with this noble house! no end, no moderation! And this marriage with the Duke's sister, a 5 splendid connection, a very splendid connection! but I tell you, sir officer, it bodes no good. _Neumann._ Heaven forbid! Why, at this very moment the whole prospect is in bud and blossom! _Master of the Cellar._ You think so?--Well, well! much 10 may be said on that head. _First Servant (comes)._ Burgundy for the fourth table.