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It was abominable, and not to be borne, and looking on his nephew and considering his face a while, he cried 'I fancy, sir, by your physiognomy, that you yourself have a hand in this libel: at which Octavio blushed, which he taking for guilt, flew out into terrible anger against him, not suffering him to speak for himself, or clear his innocence.
This new penitent became the news of the whole town; and it was not without some pleasure, that Octavio heard it, as the only action she could do, that could reconcile him to her; the knowledge of which, and some few soft days with Sylvia, made him chase away all those shiverings, that had seized him upon several occasions: but Sylvia was all sweetness, all love and good humour, and made his days easy, and his nights entirely happy.
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. Octavio! I bring this to you! Let all grudge be drowned in this friendly bowl!
But on the contrary am ready with my sword, my youth and blood to serve you, and bring my little aids on all occasions to yours: and should be proud of the glory to die for you in battle, who would deliver me up a sacrifice to France. Oh! where, Octavio, is the glory or virtue of this punctilio?
This manifesto sentences the duke Recalls the obedience of the army from him, And summons all the loyal, all the honest, To join and recognize in me their leader. Choose will you share with us an honest cause? Or with the evil share an evil lot? His lot is mine. OCTAVIO. Is that your last resolve? BUTLER. It is. OCTAVIO. Nay, but bethink you, Colonel Butler. As yet you have time.
Ye may trust safely. By the living God, Ye give him over, not to his good angel! A stranger left it, and is gone. The prince-duke's horses wait for you below. "Be sure, make haste! Your faithful Isolani." O that I had but left this town behind me. To split upon a rock so near the haven! Away! This is no longer a safe place For me! Where can my son be tarrying! OCTAVIO and MAX. PICCOLOMINI.
MAX. Oh, hadst thou always better thought of men, Thou hadst then acted better. Curst suspicion, Unholy, miserable doubt! To him Nothing on earth remains unwrenched and firm Who has no faith. OCTAVIO. And if I trust thy heart, Will it be always in thy power to follow it? MAX. The heart's voice thou hast not o'erpowered as little Will Wallenstein be able to o'erpower it.
OCTAVIO. Lead him in: And, hark you let it not transpire. OCTAVIO. Ha! cornet is it you; and from Count Gallas? Give me your letters. CORNET. The lieutenant-general Trusted it not to letters. OCTAVIO. And what is it? CORNET. He bade me tell you Dare I speak openly here? OCTAVIO. My son knows all. CORNET. We have him. OCTAVIO. Whom? CORNET. Sesina, The old negotiator. And you have him?
Thou hadst then no suspicion? MAX. Suspicion! what suspicion? Not the least. OCTAVIO. Thank thy good angel, Piccolomini; He drew thee back unconscious from the abyss. MAX. I know not what thou meanest. OCTAVIO. I will tell thee. Fain would they have extorted from thee, son, The sanction of thy name to villany; Yes, with a single flourish of thy pen, Made thee renounce thy duty and thy honor!
He immediately sat down, and wrote this: * OCTAVIO to SYLVIA. Have a care, my charming fair, how you play with vows; and however you are forced, for that religious end of saving your honour, to deceive the poor old lover, whom, by heaven I pity; yet rather let me die than know you can be guilty of vow-breach, though made in jest.
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