_Illo (moving towards Questenberg)._ 'Tis not, &c. 1817, 1828, 1829. [21] _where_ 1800, 1828, 1829. [26] _supplicate_ 1800, 1828, 1829. [30] _compel_ 1800, 1828, 1829. [Before 39] _Isolani (steps up to them)._ _1817_, _1828_, _1829_. [51] _out_ 1800, 1828, 1829. [58] _you_ 1800, 1828, 1829. [80] _these_ 1800. [81] _these_ 1800. [87] _pare_ 1800. [99] _me_ 1800, 1828, 1829. [100] _This was, &c._ 1800. [120] _does_ 1800, 1828, 1829. [124] _His_ 1800, 1828, 1829. [Before 129] _Questenberg (with a sneer)._ 1817, 1828, 1829. [134] _Octavio (interposing and addressing Questenberg)._ 1817, 1828, 1829. [138] _act_ 1800, 1828, 1829. [Before 149] _Octavio (to Questenberg)._ 1817, 1828, 1829. [149] _Max_ 1800. SCENE III _QUESTENBERG and OCTAVIO._ _Questenberg._ What have I not been forced to hear, Octavio! What sentiments! what fierce, uncurbed defiance! And were this spirit universal-- _Octavio._ Hm! You are now acquainted with three-fourths of the army. _Questenberg._ Where must we seek then for a second host 5 To have the custody of this? That Illo Thinks worse, I fear me, than he speaks. And then This Butler too--he cannot even conceal The passionate workings of his ill intentions. _Octavio._ Quickness of temper--irritated pride; 10 'Twas nothing more. I cannot give up Butler. I know a spell that will soon dispossess The evil spirit in him. _Questenberg._ Friend, friend! O! this is worse, far worse, than we had suffered Ourselves to dream of at Vienna. There 15 We saw it only with a courtier's eyes, Eyes dazzled by the splendour of the throne. We had not seen the War-Chief, the Commander, The man all-powerful in his camp. Here, here, 'Tis quite another thing. 20 Here is no Emperor more--the Duke is Emperor. Alas, my friend! alas, my noble friend! This walk which you have ta'en me through the camp Strikes my hopes prostrate. _Octavio._ Now you see yourself Of what a perilous kind the office is, 25 Which you deliver to me from the Court. The least suspicion of the General Costs me my freedom and my life, and would But hasten his most desperate enterprise. _Questenberg._ Where was our reason sleeping when we trusted 30 This madman with the sword, and placed such power In such a hand? I tell you, he'll refuse, Flatly refuse, to obey the Imperial orders. Friend, he can do 't, and what he can, he will. And then the impunity of his defiance-- 35 O! what a proclamation of our weakness!