Well remember'd! Courage, my soul! I am still rich in friends, Still loved by Destiny; for in the moment That it unmasks the plotting hypocrite, It sends and proves to me one faithful heart. Of the hypocrite no more! Think not his loss Was that which struck the pang: O no! his treason Is that which strikes this pang! No more of him! Dear to my heart and honor'd were they both, And the young man--yes--he did truly love me, He--he--has not deceived me. But enough, Enough of this--swift counsel now beseems us. The Courier, whom Count Kinsky sent from Prague, I expect him every moment: and whatever He may bring with him, we must take good care To keep it from the mutineers. Quick then! Dispatch some messenger you can rely on To meet him and conduct him to me. [ILLO _is going_.] BUTLER (_detaining him_). My General, whom expect you then? WALLENSTEIN. The Courier Who brings me word of the event at Prague. BUTLER (_hesitating_). Hem! WALLENST. And what now? BUTLER. You do not know it? WALLENSTEIN. Well? BUTLER. From what that larum in the camp arose? WALLENST. From what? BUTLER. That Courier-- WALLENSTEIN (_with eager expectation_). Well? BUTLER. Is already here. TERZKY and ILLO (_at the same time_). Already here? WALLENSTEIN. My Courier? BUTLER. For some hours. WALLENST. And I not know it? BUTLER. The sentinels detained him In custody. ILLO (_stamping with his foot_). Damnation! BUTLER. And his letter Was broken open, and is circulated Through the whole camp. WALLENSTEIN. You know what it contains? BUTLER. Question me not! TERZKY. Illo, alas for us! WALLENST. Hide nothing from me--I can hear the worst. Prague then is lost? It is! Confess it freely. BUTLER. Yes! Prague is lost. And all the several regiments At Budweiss, Tabor, Braunau, Königingratz, At Brunn and Zanaym, have forsaken you, And ta'en oaths of fealty anew To the Emperor. Yourself, with Kinsky, Terzky, And Illo have been sentenced. [TERZKY _and_ ILLO _express alarm and fury_. WALLENSTEIN _remains firm and collected_.] WALLENSTEIN. 'Tis decided! 'Tis well! I have received a sudden cure From all the pangs of doubt: with steady stream Once more my life-blood flows! My soul's secure! In the night only Friedland's stars can beam. Lingering irresolute, with fitful fears I drew the sword--'twas with an inward strife, While yet the choice was mine. The murderous knife Is lifted for my heart! Doubt disappears! I fight now for my head and for my life. [_Exit_ WALLENSTEIN; _the others follow him_.] SCENE XI COUNTESS TERZKY (_enters from a side room_). I can endure no longer. No! [_Looks around her_.]