Why, yes! in his name you administer'd Our oath. MACDONALD. And follow'd him yourself to Egra. BUTLER. I did it the more surely to destroy him. DEVEREUX. So then! MACDONALD. An alter'd case! BUTLER (_to_ DEVEREUX). Thou wretched man, So easily leavest thou thy oath and colors? DEVEREUX. The devil!--I but follow'd your example, If you could prove a villain, why not we? MACDON. We've nought to do with _thinking_--that's your business. You are our General, and give out the orders; We follow you, though the track lead to hell. BUTLER _(appeased)_. Good then! we know each other. MACDONALD. I should hope so. DEVEREUX. Soldiers of fortune are we--who bids most, He has us. MACDONALD. 'Tis e'en so! BUTLER. Well, for the present Ye must remain honest and faithful soldiers. DEVEREUX. We wish no other. BUTLER. Ay, and make your fortunes. MACRON. That is still better. Listen! BOTH. We attend. BUTLER. It is the Emperor's will and ordinance To seize the person of the Prince-Duke Friedland, Alive or dead. DEVEREUX. It runs so in the letter. MACRON. Alive or dead-these were the very words. BUTLER. And he shall be rewarded from the State In land and gold, who proffers aid thereto. DEVEREUX. Ay! that sounds well. The _words_ sound always well That travel hither from the Court. Yes! yes! We know already what Court-words import. A golden chain perhaps in sign of favor, Or an old charger, or a parchment patent, And such like--The Prince-Duke pays better. MACDONALD. Yes The Duke's a splendid paymaster. BUTLER. All over With that, my friends! His lucky stars are set. MACDON. And is that certain? BUTLER. You have my word for it. DEVEREUX. His lucky fortunes all past by? BUTLER. Forever He is as poor as we. MACDONALD. As poor as we? DEVEREUX. Macdonald, we'll desert him. BUTLER. We'll desert him? Full twenty thousand have done that already; We must do more, my countrymen! In short-- We--we must kill him. BOTH _(starting back_). Kill him! BUTLER. Yes, must kill him; And for that purpose have I chosen you. BOTH. Us! BUTLER. You, Captain Devereux, and thee, Macdonald. DEVEREUX _(after a pause)_. Choose you some other. BUTLER. What! art dastardly? Thou, with full thirty lives to answer for-- Thou conscientious of a sudden? DEVEREUX. Nay To assassinate our Lord and General-- MACDON. To whom we've sworn a soldier's oath BUTLER. The oath Is null, for Friedland is a traitor. DEVEREUX. No, no! it is too bad!