[The paper comes to BUTLER, who goes to the table to subscribe it. The front of the stage is vacant, so that both the PICCOLOMINIS, each on the side where he had been from the commencement of the scene, remain alone. OCTAVIO (after having some time watched his son in silence, advances somewhat nearer to him). You were long absent from us, friend! MAX. I--urgent business detained me. OCTAVIO. And, I observe, you are still absent! MAX. You know this crowd and bustle always makes me silent. OCTAVIO (advancing still nearer). May I be permitted to ask what the business was that detained you? Terzky knows it without asking. MAX. What does Terzky know? OCTAVIO. He was the only one who did not miss you. ISOLANI (who has been attending to them for some distance steps up). Well done, father! Rout out his baggage! Beat up his quarters! there is something there that should not be. TERZKY (with the paper). Is there none wanting? Have the whole subscribed? OCTAVIO. All. TERZKY (calling aloud). Ho! Who subscribes? BUTLER (to TERZKY). Count the names. There ought to be just thirty. TERZKY. Here is a cross. TIEFENBACH. That's my mark! ISOLANI. He cannot write; but his cross is a good cross, and is honored by Jews as well as Christians. OCTAVIO (presses on to MAX.). Come, general! let us go. It is late. TERZKY. One Piccolomini only has signed. ISOLANI (pointing to MAX.). Look! that is your man, that statue there, who has had neither eye, ear, nor tongue for us the whole evening. [MAX. receives the paper from TERZKY, which he looks upon vacantly. SCENE VII. To these enter ILLO from the inner room. He has in his hand a golden service-cup, and is extremely distempered with drinking; GOETZ and BUTLER follow him, endeavoring to keep him back. ILLO. What do you want! Let me go. GOETZ and BUTLER. Drink no more, Illo! For heaven's sake, drink no more. ILLO (goes up to OCTAVIO, and shakes him cordially by the hand, and then drinks). Octavio! I bring this to you! Let all grudge be drowned in this friendly bowl! I know well enough you never loved me--devil take me! and I never loved you! I am always even with people in that way! Let what's past be past--that is, you understand--forgotten! I esteem you infinitely. (Embracing him repeatedly.) You have not a dearer friend on earth than I, but that you know. The fellow that cries rogue to you calls me villain, and I'll strangle him! my dear friend! TERZKY (whispering to him). Art in thy senses? For heaven's sake, Illo, think where you are! ILLO (aloud). What do you mean? There are none but friends here, are there? (Looks round the whole circle with a jolly and triumphant air.) Not a sneaker amongst us, thank heaven. TERZKY (to BUTLER, eagerly). Take him off with you, force him off, I entreat you, Butler! BUTLER (to ILLO). Field-marshal! a word with you. (Leads to the side-board.)