_Octavio._ Thou wilt not tear thyself away; thou canst not. O, come, my son! I bid thee save thy virtue. _Max._ Squander not thou thy words in vain. 60 The heart I follow, for I dare trust to it. _Octavio._ Max! Max! if that most damnéd thing could be, If thou--my son--my own blood--(dare I think it?) Do sell thyself to him, the infamous, Do stamp this brand upon our noble house, 65 Then shall the world behold the horrible deed, And in unnatural combat shall the steel Of the son trickle with the father's blood. _Max._ O hadst thou always better thought of men, Thou hadst then acted better. Curst suspicion! 70 Unholy miserable doubt! To him Nothing on earth remains unwrenched and firm, Who has no faith. _Octavio._ And if I trust thy heart, Will it be always in thy power to follow it? _Max._ The heart's voice thou hast not o'erpower'd--as little 75 Will Wallenstein be able to o'erpower it. _Octavio._ O, Max! I see thee never more again! _Max._ Unworthy of thee wilt thou never see me. _Octavio._ I go to Frauenberg--the Pappenheimers I leave thee here, the Lothrings too; Toskana 80 And Tiefenbach remain here to protect thee. They love thee, and are faithful to their oath, And will far rather fall in gallant contest Than leave their rightful leader, and their honour. _Max._ Rely on this, I either leave my life 85 In the struggle, or conduct them out of Pilsen. _Octavio._ Farewell, my son! _Max._ Farewell! _Octavio._ How? not one look Of filial love? No grasp of the hand at parting? It is a bloody war, to which we are going, And the event uncertain and in darkness. 90 So used we not to part--it was not so! Is it then true? I have a son no longer? [_MAX falls into his arms, they hold each [other] for a long time in a speechless embrace, then go away at different sides._ _The Curtain drops._ LINENOTES: [Before 1] (_MAX enters almost in a state of derangement from extreme agitation, his eyes roll wildly, his walk is unsteady, and he appears not to observe his father, who stands at a distance, and gazes at him with a countenance expressive of compassion. He paces with long strides through the chamber, then stands still again, and at last throws himself into a chair, staring vacantly at the object directly before him_). 1800, 1828, 1829. [Before 19] _Max (rises and contemplates his father with looks of suspicion)._ 1800, 1828, 1829. [28] what] that 1828, 1829. [33] The single holy spot is our love 1800. [Before 41] _Octavio (more urgently)._ 1800, 1828, 1829. [Before 62] _Octavio (trembling, and losing all self-command)._ 1800, 1828, 1829. [63] _think_ 1800. [75] _thou_ 1800. THE DEATH OF WALLENSTEIN