Nourish his all-confiding friendship! No- It is the visible ordinance of heaven. OCTAVIO. I know not what it is that so attracts And links him both to me and to my son. I found him in a sleep. When I had waked him, And manifested to me an emotion That far outstripped the worth of that small service. Since then his confidence has followed me With the same pace that mine has fled from him. QUESTENBERG. You lead your son into the secret? OCTAVIO. No! QUESTENBERG. What? and not warn him either what bad hands His lot has placed him in? OCTAVIO I must perforce Leave him in wardship to his innocence. The unembarrassed sense and light free spirit, QUESTENBERG (anxiously). My honoured friend! most highly do I deem Reflect a little OCTAVIO. I must venture it. Hush!-There he comes! 1 SCENE IV. MAX. PICCOLOMINI, OCTAVIO PICCOLOMINI, QUESTENBERG. MAX. Ha! there he is himself. Welcome, my father! [He embraces his father. As he turns round, he observes Questenberg, and draws back with a cold and reserved air. You are engaged, I see. I'll not disturb you. How Max? Look closer at this visitor Attention, Max. an old friend merits-Reverence Von Questenberg!-Welcome-if you bring with you QUESTENBERG (seizing his hand). Nay, draw not Your hand away, Count Piccolomini ! Not on mine own account alone I seized it, [taking the hands of both. Octavio-Max. Piccolomini ! O saviour names, and full of happy omen! Ne'er will her prosperous genius turn from Austria, While two such stars, with blessed influences MAX. Heh!-Noble minister! You miss your part. You're sent, I know, to find fault and to scold usI must not be beforehand with my comrades. OCTAVIO (to Max.). He comes from court, where people are not quite So well contented with the duke, as here. MAX, What now have they contrived to find out in him? That he alone determines for himself What he himself alone doth understand? Well, therein he does right, and will persist in't. It goes against his nature-he can't do it. Well for the whole, if there be found a man, Who makes himself what nature destined him, The pause, the central point to thousand thou sands Stands fixed and stately, like a firm-built column, Another better suits the court-no other QUESTENBERG. The army? Doubtless! OCTAVIO (to Questenberg). Hush! Suppress it friend! Unless some end were answered by the utterance. Of him there you'll make nothing. MAX. (continuing). In their distress They call a spirit up, and when he comes, Straight their flesh creeps and quivers, and they dread him More than the ills for which they called him up. All that is great in nature, let it be |