_Tertsky (calling aloud)._ Ho! Who subscribes? 85 _Butler (to Tertsky)._ Count the names. There ought to be just thirty. _Tertsky._ Here is a cross. _Tiefenbach._ That's my mark. _Isolani._ He cannot write; but his cross is a good cross, and 90 is honoured by Jews as well as Christians. _Octavio (presses on to Max)._ Come, general! let us go. It is late. _Tertsky._ 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 95 whole evening. [_MAX receives the paper from TERTSKY, which he looks upon vacantly._ LINENOTES: [After 4] (_making the usual compliment after meals_) 1800, 1828, 1829. [After 15] [_He continues to fix his eye on the whole following scene._ 1800, 1828, 1829. [37] _Isolani (pointing at his corpulence)._ 1800, 1828, 1829. should] _should_ 1800, 1828, 1829. [Before 53] _Octavio (stepping nearer to him friendlily)._ 1800, 1828, 1829. [Before 68] _Butler (coldly)._ 1800, 1828, 1829. [Before 76] _Octavio (advancing still nearer)._ 1800, 1828, 1829. [76] business 'twas] the business was 1800, 1828, 1829. [77] _Tertsky_ 1800, 1828, 1829. [Before 80] _Isolani (who has been attending to them from some distance, steps up)._ 1800, 1828, 1829. [93] _One_ 1800, 1828, 1829. SCENE XIV _To these enter ILLO from the inner room. He has in his hand the golden service-cup, and is extremely distempered with drinking: GOETZ and BUTLER follow him, endeavouring to keep him back._ _Illo._ What do you want? Let me go. _Goetz and Butler._ Drink no more, Illo! For heaven's sake, drink no more. _Illo (goes up to Octavio, and shakes him cordially by the hand, and then drinks)._ Octavio! I bring this to you! Let all grudge be drowned in this friendly bowl! I know well enough, ye 5 never loved me--Devil take me!--and I never loved you!--I am always even with people in that way!--Let what's past be past--that is, you understand--forgotten! I esteem you infinitely. (_Embracing him repeatedly._) You have not a dearer friend on earth than I--but that you know. The fellow that cries rogue 10 to you calls me villain--and I'll strangle him!--my dear friend! _Tertsky (whispering to him)._ Art in thy senses? For heaven's sake, Illo! think where you are! _Illo (aloud)._ What do you mean?--There are none but friends here, are there? Not a sneaker among us, thank heaven! 15 _Tertsky (to Butler)._ Take him off with you, force him off, I entreat you, Butler! _Butler (to Illo)._ Field Marshal! a word with you. [_Leads him to the sideboard._ _Illo._ A thousand for one! Fill--Fill it once more up to the brim.--To this gallant man's health! 20