Set your hearts quite at ease. Ye save for Ferdinand His crown and empire. The reward can be No small one. DEVEREUX. And 'tis his purpose to dethrone the Emperor? BUTLER. Yes!--Yes!--to rob him of his crown and life. DEVEREUX. And he must fall by the executioner's hands, Should we deliver him up to the Emperor Alive? BUTLER. It were his certain destiny. DEVEREUX. Well! Well! Come then, Macdonald, he shall not Lie long in pain. [_Exeunt_ BUTLER _through one door_, MACDONALD _and_ DEVEREUX _through the other_.] SCENE III _A Saloon, terminated by a Gallery which extends far into the background_. WALLENSTEIN _Sitting at a table. The_ SWEDISH CAPTAIN _standing before him_. WALLENST. Commend me to your lord. I sympathize In his good fortune; and if you have seen me Deficient in the expressions; of that joy, Which such a victory might well demand, Attribute it to no lack of good will, For henceforth are our fortunes one. Farewell, And for your trouble take my thanks. Tomorrow The citadel shall be surrendered to you On your arrival. [_The_ SWEDISH CAPTAIN _retires_. WALLENSTEIN _sits lost in thought, his eyes fixed vacantly, and his head sustained by his hand. The_ COUNTESS TERZKY _enters, stands before him for awhile, unobserved by him; at length he starts, sees her and recollects himself_.] WALLENST. Comest thou from her? Is she restored? How is she? COUNTESS. My sister tells me, she was more collected After her conversation with the Swede. She has now retired to rest. WALLENSTEIN. The pang will soften; She will shed tears. COUNTESS. I find thee alter'd too, My brother! After such a victory I had expected to have found in thee A cheerful spirit. O remain _thou_ firm! Sustain, uphold us! For our light thou art, Our sun. WALLENSTEIN. Be quiet. I ail nothing. Where's Thy husband? COUNTESS. At a banquet--he and Illo. WALLENSTEIN _(rises and strides across the saloon)_. The night's far spent. Betake thee to thy chamber. COUNTESS. Bid me not go, O let me stay with thee! WALLENSTEIN _(moves to the window)_. There is a busy motion in the Heaven, The wind doth chase the flag upon the tower, Fast sweep the clouds, the sickle[34] of the moon, Struggling, darts snatches of uncertain light; No form of star is visible! That one White stain of light, that single glimmering yonder, Is from Cassiopeia, and therein Is Jupiter. (_A pause_). But now The blackness of the troubled element hides him! [_He sinks into profound melancholy, and looks vacantly into the distance_.] COUNTESS (_looks on him mournfully, then grasps his hand_). What art thou brooding on? WALLENSTEIN. Methinks, If I but saw him, 'twould be well with me. He is the star of my nativity, And often marvelously hath his aspect Shot strength into my heart. COUNTESS. Thou'lt see him again.