Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE CAMP OF WALLENSTEIN, by JOHANN CHRISTOPH FRIEDRICH VON SCHILLER Poet's Biography First Line: Father, I fear it will come to harm Last Line: (the curtain falls before the chorus has finished.) Alternate Author Name(s): Schiller, Friedrich Von Subject(s): Religious Discrimination; Thirty Years' War (1618-1648); Wallenstein, Albrecht (1583-1634); Religious Conflict | ||||||||
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. SERGEANT-MAJOR, TRUMPETER, Of a regiment of Terzky's carabineers. ARTILLERYMAN. SHARPSHOOTERS. MOUNTED YAGERS, of Holk's corps. DRAGOONS, of Buttler's regiment. ARQUEBUSIERS, of Tiefenbach's regiment. CUIRASSIER, of a Walloon regiment. CUIRASSIER, of a Lombard regiment. CROATS. HULANS. RECRUIT. CITIZEN. PEASANT. PEASANT BOY. CAPUCHIN. REGIMENTAL SCHOOLMASTER. SUTLER-WOMAN. SERVANT GIRL. SOLDIERS' BOYS. MUSICIANS. SCENETHE CAMP BEFORE PILSEN, IN BOHEMIA. SCENE I. Sutlers' tentsin front, a Slop-shop. Soldiers of all colors and uniforms thronging about. Tables all filled. Croats and Hulans cooking at a fire. Sutler-woman serving out wine. Soldier-boys throwing dice on a drum-head. Singing heard from the tent. Enter a Peasant and his Son. Son.Father, I fear it will come to harm, So let us be off from this soldier swarm; But boist'rous mates will ye find in the shoal ''Twere better to bolt while our skins are whole. Father.How now, boy! the fellows won't eat us, tho' They may be a little unruly, or so. See, yonder, arriving a stranger train, Fresh comers are they from the Saal and Mayn. Much booty they bring of the rarest sort 'Tis ours, if we cleverly drive our sport. A captain, who fell by his comrade's sword, This pair of sure dice to me transferr'd; To-day I'll just give them a trial, to see If their knack's as good as it used to be. You must play the part of a pitiful devil, For these roaring rogues, who so loosely revel, Are easily smooth'd, and trick'd, and flatter'd, And, free as it came, their gold is scatter'd. But wesince by bushels our all is ta'en, By spoonfuls must ladle it back again; And, if with their swords they slash so highly, We must look sharp, boy and do them slyly. (Singing and shouting in the tent.) Hark, how they shout! God help the day! 'Tis the peasant's hide for their sport must pay. Eight months in our beds and stalls have they Been swarming here, until far around Not a bird or a beast is longer found, And the peasant, to quiet his craving maw, Has nothing now left but his bones to gnaw. Ne'er were we crush'd with a heavier hand, When the Saxon was lording it o'er the land: And these are the Emperor's troops, they say! Son.From the kitchen a couple are coming this way, Not much shall we make by such blades as they. Father.They're born Bohemian knavesthe two Belonging to Terzky's carabineers, Who've lain in these quarters now for years, The worst are they of the worthless crew. Strutting, swaggering, proud and vain, They seem to think they may well disdain With the peasant a glass of his wine to drain. But, softto the left o' the fire I see Three riflemen, who from the Tyrol should be. Emmerick, come, boy, to them will we Birds of this feather 'tis luck to find, Whose trim's so spruce, and their purse well lined. (They move toward the tent.) SCENE II. The above. Sergeant-Major, Trumpeter, Hulan. Trumpeter.What would the boor?Out, rascal, away! Peasant.Some victuals and drink, worthy masters, I pray, For not a warm morsel we've tasted to-day. Trump.Ay, guzzle and guttle'tis always the way. Hulan.(With a glass.) Not broken your fast!theredrink, ye hound! (He leads the peasant to the tentthe others come forward.) Sergeant.(To the Trumpeter.) Think ye, they've done it without good ground? Is it likely they double our pay to-day, Merely that we may be jolly and gay? Trump.Why, the duchess arrives to-day, we know, And her daughter, too Serg.Tush! that's mere show 'Tis the troops collected from other lands Who here at Pilsen have joined our bands We must do the best we can t' allure 'em, With plentiful rations, and thus secure 'em, Where such abundant fare they find, A closer league with us to bind. Trump.Yes!there's something in the wind. Serg.The generals and commanders, too Trump.A rather ominous sight, 'tis true. Serg.Who're met together so thickly here Trump.Have plenty of work on their hands, that's clear. Serg.The whisp'ring and sending to and fro Trump.Ay! Ay! Serg.The big-wig from Vienna, I trow, Who since yesterday's seen to prowl about In his golden chain of office there Something's at bottom of this, I'll swear. Trump.A bloodhound is he, beyond a doubt, By whom the duke's to be hunted out. Serg.Mark ye, well, man!they doubt us now, And they fear the duke's mysterious brow; He hath clomb too high for them, and fain Would they beat him down from his perch again. Trump.But we will hold him still on high That all would think as you and I! Serg.Our regiment, and the other four Which Terzky leadsthe bravest corps Throughout the camp, are the general's own, And have been trained to the trade by himself alone. The officers hold their command of him, And are all his own, or for life, or limb. SCENE III. Enter Croat with a Necklace. Sharpshooter following him. The above. Sharpshooter.Croat, where stole you that necklace, say? Get rid of it, manfor thee 'tis unmeet: Come, take these pistols in change, I pray. Croat.Nay, nay, Master Shooter, you're trying to cheat. Sharpshooter.Then I'll give you this fine blue cap as well. A lottery prize which just I've won: Look at the cut of itquite the swell! Croat.(Twirling the necklace in the sun.) But this is of pearls and of garnets bright, See, how it plays in the sunny light! Sharp.(Taking the necklace.) Well, I'll give you to boot, my own canteen I'm in love with this bauble's beautiful sheen. (Looks at it.) Trumpeter.See, now!how cleanly the Croat is done: Snacks! Master Shooter, and mum's the word. Croat.(Having put on the cap.) I think your cap is a smartish one. Sharp.(Winking to the Trumpeter.) 'Tis a regular swopas these gents have heard. SCENE IV. The above. An Artilleryman. Artilleryman.(To the Sergeant.) How is it, I pray, brother Carabineer? Shall we longer stay here, our fingers warming, While the foe in the field around is swarming? Sergeant.Art thou, indeed, in such a hasty fret? Why the roads, as I think, are scarce passable yet. Art.For me they are notI'm snug enough here But a courier's come, our wits to waken With the precious news that Ratisbon's taken. Trumpeter.Ha! then we soon shall have work in hand. Serg.Indeed! to protect the Bavarian's land, Who hates the duke, as we understand, We won't put ourselves in a violent sweat. Art.Heyday!you'll find you're a wiseacre yet. SCENE V. The above. Two Yagers. Afterwards Sutler-woman, Soldierboy, Schoolmaster, Servant Girl. First Yager. See! see! Here meet we a jovial company! Trumpeter.Who can those green coats be, I wonder, That strut so gay and sprucely yonder? Sergeant.They're the Yagers of Holkand the lace they wear, I'll be sworn, was ne'er purchased at Leipzig fair. Sulter-woman.(Bringing wine.) Welcome, good sirs! First Yag. Zounds, how now? Gustel of Blasewitz here, I vow! Sut.-wom.The same in soothand you, I know, Are the lanky Peter of Itzeho; Who at Glückstadt once, in a revelling night, With the wags of our regiment, put to flight All his father's shinersthen crown'd the fun First Yag.By changing his pen for a rifle gun. Sut.-wom.We're old acquaintance, then, 'tis clear. First Yag.And to think we should meet in Bohemia here! Sut.-wom.Oh, here to-dayto-morrow yonder As the rude war-broom, in restless trace, Scatters and sweeps us from place to place. Meanwhile I've been doom'd far round to wander. First Yag.So one would think, by the look of your face. Sut.-wom.Up the country I've rambled to Temsewar, Whither I went with the baggage car When Mansfield before us we chased away; With the duke near Stralsund next we lay, Where trade went all to pot, I may say. I jogged with the succours to Mantua; And back again came, under Feria Then, joining a Spanish regiment, I took a short cut across to Ghent; And now to Bohemia I'm come to get Old scores paid off, that are standing yet, If a helping hand by the duke be lent And yonder you see my sutler's tent. First Yag.Well, all things seem in a flourishing way, But what have you done with the Scotchman, say, Who once in the camp was your constant flame? Sut.-wom.A villain, who trick'd me clean, that same! He bolted, and took to himself, whate'er I'd managed to scrape together, or spare, Leaving me naught but the urchin there. Soldier-boy.(Springing forward.) Mother, is it my papa you name? First Yag.Well, the emperor now must father this elf, For the army must ever recruit itself. Schoolmaster.Forth to the school, ye rogued'ye hear? First Yag.He, too, of a narrow room has fear. Servant Girl.(Entering.) Aunt, they'll be off. Sut.-wom. I come apace. First Yag.What gypsy is that with the roguish face? Sut.-wom.My sister's child from the south, is she. First Yag.Ay, ay, a sweet little nieceI see. Second Yag.(Holding the girl.) Softly, my pretty one! stay with me. Girl.The customers wait, sir, and I must go. (Disengages herself, and exit.) First Yag.That maiden's a dainty morsel, I trow! And her auntby Heav'n! I mind me well, When the best of the regiment loved her so, To blows for her beautiful face they fell. What different folks one's doomed to know! How time glides off with a ceaseless flow! And what sights as yet we may live to see! (To the Sergeant and Trumpeter.) Your health, good sirs, may we be free, A seat beside you here to take? SCENE VI. The Yagers, Sergeant and Trumpeter. Sergeant.We thank yeand room will gladly make To Bohemia welcome. First Yager. Snug enough here! In the land of the foe our quarters were queer. Trumpeter.You hav'n't the look on'tyou're spruce to view. Serg.Ay, faith, on the Saal, and in Meissen too, Your praises are heard from the lips of few. Second Yag.Tush, man!why, what the plague d'ye mean? The Croat had swept the fields so clean, There was little, or nothing, for us to glean. Trump.Yet your pointed collar is clean and sightly, And, then, your hose, that fit so tightly! Your linen so fine, with the hat and feather, Make a show of the smartest altogether! (To Sergeant.) That fortune should upon younkers shine While nothing in your way comes, or mine. Serg.But then we're the Friedlander's regiment, And, thus, may honor and homage claim. First Yag.For us, now, that's no great compliment, We, also, bear the Friedlander's name. Serg.Trueyou form part of the general mass. First Yag.And you, I suppose, are a separate class! The difference lies in the coats we wear, And I have no wish to change with you there! Serg.Sir Yager, I can't but with pity melt, When I think how much among boors you've dwelt: The clever knack and the proper tone, Are caught by the general's side alone. First Yag.Then the lesson is wofully thrown away How he hawks and spits, indeed, I may say You've copied and caught in the cleverest way; But his spirit, his geniusoh, these I ween, On your guard parade are but seldom seen. Second Yag.Why, zounds! ask for us wherever you will, Friedland's wild hunt is out title still! Never shaming the name, all undaunted we go Alike thro' the field of a friend, or a foe; Through the rising stalk, or the yellow corn, Well know they the blast of Holk's Yager horn, In the flash of an eye we are far or near, Swift as the deluge, or there or here As at midnight dark, when the flames outbreak In the silent dwelling where none awake; Vain is the hope in weapons or flight, Nor order nor discipline thwart its might. Then struggles the maid in our sinewy arms, But war hath no pity, and scorns alarms. Go askI speak not with boastful tongue In Bareuth, Westphalia, Voigtland, where'er Our troop has traversedgo, ask them there Children and children's children long, When hundreds and hundreds of years are o'er, Of Holk will tell and his Yager corps. Serg.Why, hark! Must a soldier then be made By driving this riotous, roaring trade? 'Tis drilling that makes him, skill and sense Perceptionthoughtintelligence. First Yag.'Tis liberty makes him! Here's a fuss! That I should such twaddle as this discuss. Was it for this that I left the school? That the scribbling desk, and the slavish rule, And the narrow walls, that our spirits cramp, Should be met with again in the midst of the camp? No! Idle and heedless, I'll take my way, Hunting for novelty every day; Trust to the moment with dauntless mind, And give not a glance or before or behind. For this to the emperor I sold my hide, That no other care I might have to bide. Through the foe's fierce firing bid me ride, Through fathomless Rhine, in his roaring flow, Where ev'ry third man to the devil may go, At no bar will you find me boggling there; But, farther than this, 'tis my special prayer, That I may not be bother'd with aught like care. Serg.If this be your wish, you needn't lack it, 'Tis granted to all with the soldier's jacket. First Yag.What a fuss and a bother, forsooth, was made By that man-tormentor, Gustavus the Swede, Whose camp was a church, where prayers were said At morning réveille and evening tattoo; And, whenever it chanced that we frisky grew, A sermon himself from the saddle he'd read. Serg.Ay, that was a man with the fear of God. First Yag.Girls he detested; and, what's rather odd, If caught with a wench, you in wedlock were tack'd I could stand it no longer, so off I pack'd. Serg.Their discipline now has a trifle slack'd. First Yag.Well, next to the League I rode over; their men Were must'ring in haste against Magdeburg then. Ha! that was another guess sort of a thing! In frolic and fun we'd a glorious swing; With gaming, and drinking, and girls at call, I'faith, sirs, our sport was by no means small. For Tilly knew how to command, that's plain; He held himself in, but gave us the rein; And, long as he hadn't the bother of paying, "Live, and let live!'' was the general's saying. But fortune soon gave him the slip; and ne'er, Since the day of that villainous Leipzig affair, Would aught go a right. 'Twas of little avail That we tried, for our plans were sure to fail. If now we drew nigh, and rapp'd at a door, No greeting awaited, 'twas opened no more; From place to place we went sneaking about, And found that their stock of respect was out. Then touch'd I the Saxon bounty, and thought Their service with fortune must needs be fraught. Serg.You join'd 'em then just in the nick to share Bohemia's plunder? First Yag. I'd small luck there; Strict discipline sternly ruled the day, Nor dared we a foeman's force display. They set us to guard the imperial forts, And plagued us all with the farce of the courts; War they waged as a jest 'twere thought And but half a heart to the business brought. They would break with none; and thus 'twas plain, Small honor 'mong them could a soldier gain. So heartily sick in the end grew I, That my mind was the desk again to try; When suddenly, rattling near and far, The Friedlander's drum was heard to war. Serg.And how long here may you mean to stay? First Yag.You jest, man. So long as he bears the sway, By my soul! not a thought of change have I. Where better than here could the soldier lie? Here the true fashion of war is found, And the cut of power's on all things round; While the spirit, whereby the movement's given, Mightily stirs, like the winds of heaven, The meanest trooper in all the throng. With a hearty step shall I tramp along; On a burgher's neck as undaunted tread, As our general does on the prince's head. As 'twas in the times of old 'tis now, The sword is the sceptre, and all must bow. One crime alone can I understand, And that's to oppose the word of command. What's not forbidden, to do make bold, And none will ask you what creed you hold. Of just two things in this world I wot, What belongs to the army, and what does not To the banner alone is my service brought. Serg.Thus, Yager, I like theethou speak'st, I vow, With the tone of a Friedland trooper now. First Yag.'Tis not as an office he holds command, Or a power received from the emperor's hand, For the emperor's service what should he care? What better for him does the emperor fare? With the mighty power, he wields at will, Has ever he shelter'd the land from ill? No; a soldier-kingdom he seeks to raise, And for this would set the world in a blaze, Daring to risk and to compass all Trump.Hushwho shall such words as these let fall? First Yag.Whatever I think may be said by me, For the general tells us the word is free. Serg.Truethat he said so I fully agree, I was standing by. "The word is free The deed is dumbobedience blind!'' His very words I can call to mind. First Yag.I know not if these were his words or no, But he said the thing, and 'tis even so. Second Yag.Victory ne'er will his flag forsake, Though she's apt from others a turn to take; Old Tilly outlived his fame's decline, But, under the banner of Wallenstein, There am I certain that victory's mine! Fortune is spell-bound to him, and must yield. Whoe'er under Friedland shall take the field Is sure of a supernatural shield: For, as all the world is aware full well, The duke has a devil in hire from hell. Serg.In truth that he's charm'd is past a doubt, For we know how, at Lutzen's bloody affair, Where firing was thickest, he still was there, As coolly as might be, sirs, riding about. The hat on his head was shot through and through, In coat and boots the bullets that flew Left traces full clear to all men's view; But none got so far as to scratch off his skin, For the ointment of hell was too well rubb'd in. First Yag.What wonder so strange can you all see there? An elk-skin jacket he happens to wear, And through it the bullets can make no way. Serg.'Tis an ointment of witches' herbs, I say, Kneaded and cook'd by unholy spell. Trump.No doubt 'tis the work of the powers of hell Serg.That he reads in the stars, we also hear. Where the future he seesdistant or near But I know better the truth of the case: A little gray man, at the dead of night, Through bolted doors to him will pace The sentinels oft have hailed the sight, And something great was sure to be nigh, When this little Gray Coat had glided by. First Yag.Ay, ay, he's sold himself to the devil, Wherefore, my lads, let's feast and revel. SCENE VII. The above. Recruit, Citizen, Dragoon. (The Recruit advances from the tent, wearing a tin cap on his head and carrying a wine flask.) Recruit.To father and uncle pray make my bow, And bid 'em good-byeI'm a soldier now. First Yager.See, yonder they're bringing us something new. Citizen.O, Franz, remember, this day you'll rue. Rec.(Sings.) The drum and the fife, War's rattling throng, And a wandering life The world along! Swift steedand a hand To curb and command With a blade by the side, We're off far and wide, As jolly and free, As the finch in its glee, On thicket or tree, Under Heaven's wide hollow Hurrah! for the Friedlander's banner I'll follow! Second Yag.Foregad! a jolly companion, though. (They salute him.) Cit.He comes of good kin; now pray let him go. First Yag.And we weren't found in the streets you must know. Cit.I tell you his wealth is a plentiful stock; Just feel the fine stuff that he wears for a frock. Trumpeter.The emperor's coat is the best he can wear. Cit.To a cap manufactory he is the heir. Second Yag.The will of a man is his fortune alone. Cit.His grandmother's shop will soon be his own. First Yag.Pish! traffic in matches! who would do 't? Cit.A wine-shop his godfather leaves to boot, A cellar with twenty casks of wine. Trump.These with his comrades he'll surely share. Second Yag.Hark ye, ladbe a camp-brother of mine. Cit.A bride he leaves sitting, in tears, apart. First Yag.Goodthat now's a proof of an iron heart. Cit.His grandmother's sure to die with sorrow. Second Yag.The betterfor then he'll inherit to-morrow. Sergeant.(Advances gravely and lays his hand on the Recruit's tin cap.) The matter, no doubt, you have duly weighed, And here a new man of yourself have made; With hanger and helm, sir, you now belong To a nobler and more distinguished throng. Thus, a loftier spirit, 'twere well to uphold First Yag.And, specially, never be sparing of gold. Serg.In Fortune's ship, with an onward gale, My friend, you have made up your mind to sail. The earth-ball is open before youyet there Nought's to be gained, but by those who dare. Stupid and sluggish your citizen's found, Like a dyer's dull jade, in his ceaseless round; While the soldier can be whatever he will, For war o'er the earth is the watchword still. Just look now at me, and the coat I wear. You see that the emperor's baton I bear And all good government, over the earth, You must know from the baton alone has birth; For the sceptre that's sway'd by the kingly hand Is nought but a baton, we understand. And he who has corporal's rank obtain'd, Stands on the ladder where all's to be gained, And you, like another, may mount to that height First Yag.Provided you can but read and write. Serg.Now, hark to an instance of this from me, And one which I've lived myself to see: There's Buttler, the chief of dragoons, why he, Whose rank was not higher a whit than mine, Some thirty years since, at Cologne on Rhine, Is a major-general nowbecause He put himself forward and gained applause; Filling the world with his martial fame, While slept my merits without a name. And ev'n the Friedlander's selfI've heard Our general and all-commanding lord, Who now can do what he will at a word, Had at first but a private squire's degree; In the goddess of war yet trusting free, He rear'd the greatness, which now you see, And, after the emperor, next is he. Who knows what more he may mean or get? (Slyly.) For all-day's evening isn't come yet. First Yag.He was little at first, though now so great For, at Altorf, in student's gown, he play'd, By your leave, the part of a roaring blade, And rattled away at a queerish rate. His fag he had well nigh kill'd by a blow, And their Nur'mberg worships swore he should go To jail for his painsif he liked it or no. 'Twas a new-built nest to be christen'd by him, Who first should be lodged. Well, what was his whim? Why, he sent his dog forward to lead the way, And they call the jail from the dog to this day. That was the game a brave fellow should play, And of all the great deeds of the general, none E'er tickled my fancy like this one. (During this speech the Second Yager has begun toying with the Girl, who has been in waiting.) Dragoon.(Stepping between them.) Comradegive over this sport, I pray. Second Yag.Why, who the devil shall say me nay? Drag.I've only to tell you the girl's my own. First Yag.Such a morsel as this, for himself alone! Dragoon, why say, art thou crazy grown? Second Yag.In the camp to be keeping a wench for one! No! the light of a pretty girl's face must fall, Like the beams of the sun to gladden us all. (Kisses her.) Drag.(Tears her away.) I tell you again that it shan't be done. First Yag.The pipers are coming, lads! now for fun! Second Yag.(To Dragoon.) I sha'n't be far off, should you look for me. Serg.Peace, my good fellows!a kiss goes free. SCENE VIII. Enter miners, and play a waltzat first slowly, and afterward quicker. The First Yager dances with the Girl, the Sutler-woman with the Recruit. The Girl springs away, and the Yager, pursuing her, seizes hold of a Capuchin Friar just entering. Capuchin.Hurrah! halloo! tol, lol, de rol, le! The fun's at its height! I'll not be away! Is't an army of Christians that join in such works? Or are we all turn'd Anabaptists and Turks? Is the Sabbath a day for this sport in the land, As though the great God had the gout in his hand, And thus couldn't smite in the midst of your band? Say, is this a time for your revelling shouts, For your banquetings, feasts, and holiday bouts? Quid hic statis otiosi? declare Why, folding your arms, stand ye lazily there? While the furies of war on the Danube now fare, And Bavaria's bulwark is lying full low, And Ratisbon's fast in the clutch of the foe. Yet, the army lies here in Bohemia still, And caring for nought, so their paunches they fill! Bottles far rather than battles you'll get, And your bills than your broadswords more readily whet; With the wenches, I ween, is your dearest concern, And you'd rather roast oxen than Oxenstiern. In sackcloth and ashes while Christendom's grieving, No thought has the soldier his guzzle of leaving. 'Tis a time of misery, groans and tears! Portentous the face of the heavens appears! And forth from the clouds behold blood-red, The Lord's war-mantle is downward spread While the comet is thrust as a threatening rod, From the window of Heaven by the hand of God. The world is but one vast house of woe, The ark of the church stems a bloody flow, The Holy EmpireGod help the same! Has wretchedly sunk to a hollow name. The Rhine's gay stream has a gory gleam, The cloister's nests are robbed by roysters; The church-lands now are changed to lurch-lands; Abbacies, and all other holy foundations Now are but Robber-seesrogues' habitations. And thus is each once-blest German state Deep sunk in the doom of the desolate! Whence comes all this? O, that will I tell It comes of your doings, of sin and of hell; Of the horrible, heathenish lives ye lead, Soldiers and officers, all of a breed. For sin is the magnet, on every hand, That draws your steel throughout the land. As the onion causes the tear to flow, So Vice must ever be followed by Woe The W duly succeeds the V, This is the order of A, B, C. Ubi erit victoriœ spes, Si offenditur Deus? which says, How, pray ye, shall victory e'er come to pass, If thus you play truant from sermon and mass, And do nothing but lazily loll o'er the glass? The woman, we're told in the Testament, Found the penny, in search whereof she went. Saul met with his father's asses again, And Joseph his precious fraternal train; But he, who 'mong soldiers shall hope to see God's fear, or shame, or disciplinehe From his toil, beyond doubt, will baffled return, Though a hundred lamps in the search he burn. To the wilderness preacher, th' evangelist says, The soldiers, too, throng'd to repent of their ways, And had themselves christen'd in former days. Quid faciemus nos? they said: Tow'rd Abraham's bosom what path must we tread? Et ait illis, and, said he, Neminem concutiatis; From bother and wrongs leave your neighbors free. Neque calumniam faciatis; And deal nor in slander nor lies, d'ye see? Contenti estotecontent ye, pray, Stipendiis vestriswith your pay And curse forever each evil way. There is a commandthou shalt not utter The name of the Lord thy God, in vain; But, where is it men most blasphemies mutter? Why here, in Duke Friedland's headquarters, 'tis plain. If for every thunderand every blast! Which blazing ye from your tongue-points cast, The bells were but rung, in the country round, Not a bellman, I ween, would there soon be found; And if for each and ev'ry unholy prayer Which to vent from your jabbering jaws you dare, From your noddles were pluck'd but the smallest hair, Ev'ry crop would be smooth'd ere the sun went down, Though at morn 'twere as bushy as Absalom's crown. Now Joshua, methinks, was a soldier as well By the arm of King David the Philistine fell; But where do we find it written, I pray, That they ever blasphemed in this villainous way? One would think ye need stretch your jaws no more, To cry, "God help us!'' than "Zounds!'' to roar. But, by the liquor that's pour'd in the cask, we know With what it will bubble and overflow. Again, it is writtenthou shalt not steal, And this you follow, i' faith! to the letter, For open-faced robbery suits ye better. The grips of your vulture claws you fix On alland your wiles and rascally tricks Make the gold unhid in our coffers now, And the calf unsafe while yet in the cow Ye take both the egg and the hen, I vow. Contenti estotethe preacher said; Which meansbe content with your army bread. But how should the slaves not from duty swerve The mischief begins with the lord they serve, Just like the members so is the head. I should like to know who can tell me his creed. First Yager.Sir Priest, 'gainst ourselves rail on as you will Of the general we warn you to breathe no ill. Cap.Ne custodias gregem meam! An Ahab is he, and a Jerobeam, Who the people from faith's unerring way, To the worship of idols would turn astray. Trumpeter and Recruit.Let us not hear that again, we pray. Cap.Such a Bramarbas, whose iron tooth Would seize all the strongholds of earth, forsooth! Did he not boast, with ungodly tongue, That Stralsund must needs to his grasp be wrung, Though to heaven itself with a chain 'twere strung? Trump.Will none put a stop to this slanderous bawl? Cap.A wizard he is!and a sorcerer Saul! Holofernes!a Jehu!denying, we know, Like St. Peter, his Master and Lord below; And hence must he quail when the cock doth crow. Both Yags.Now, parson, prepare; for thy doom is nigh. Cap.A fox more cunning than Herod I trow Trump. and both Yags.(Pressing against him.) Silence, againif thou wouldst not die! Croats.(Interfering.) Stick to it, father; we'll shield you, ne'er fear, The close of your preachment now let's hear. Cap.(Still louder.) A Nebuchadnezzar, in towering pride! And a vile and heretic sinner beside! He calls himself rightfully the stone of a wall; For, faith! he's a stumbling-stone to us all. And ne'er can the emperor have peace indeed, Till of Friedland himself the land is freed. (During the last passage, which he pronounces in an elevated voice, he has been gradually retreating, the Croats keeping the other soldiers off.) SCENE IX. The above, without the Capuchin. First Yager.(To the Sergeant.) But, tell us, what meant he 'bout chanticleer, Whose crowing the general dares not hear? No doubt it was uttered in spite and scorn. Sergeant.Listen'tis not so untrue as 't appears; For Friedland was rather mysteriously born, And is specially troubled with ticklish ears; He can never suffer the mew of a cat; And, when the cock crows, he starts thereat. First Yag.He's one and the same with the lion in that. Serg.Mouse-still must all around him creep, Strict watch in this the sentinels keep, For he ponders on matters most grave and deep. (Voices in the tent. A tumult.) Seize the rascal! lay on! lay on! Peasant's Voice.Help!mercy!help! Others. Peace! peace! begone! First Yag.Deuce take me, but yonder the swords are out! Second Yag.Then I must be off, and see what 'tis about. (Yagers enter the tent.) Sulter-woman.(Comes forward.) A scandalous villain! a scurvy thief! Trumpeter.Good hostess, the cause of this clamorous grief? Sut.-wom.A cut-purse!a scoundrel! the villain I call. That the like in my tent should ever befall! I'm disgraced and undone with the officers all! Serg.Well, coz, what is it? Sut.-wom. Why, what should it be? But a peasant they've taken just now with merogue with false dice to favor his play. Trump.See! they're bringing the boor and his son this way. SCENE X. Soldiers dragging in the Peasant, bound. First Yager.He must hang! Sharpshooters and Dragoons.To the provost come on! Sergeant.'Tis the latest order that forth has gone Sutler-woman.In an hour I hope to behold him swinging! Serg.Bad work bad wages will needs be bringing. First Arquebusier.(To the others.) This comes of their desperation. We First ruin them out and out, d'ye see; Which tempts them to steal, as it seems to me. Trumpeter.How now! the rascal's cause would you plead? The cur!the devil is in you indeed! First Arq.The boor is a manas a body may say. First Yag.(To the Trumpeter.) Let 'em go!they're of Tiefenbach's corps, the railers, A glorious train of glovers and tailors! At Brieg, in garrison, long they lay; What should they know about camps, I pray? SCENE XI. The above. Cuirassiers. First Cuirassier.Peace! what's amiss with the boor, may I crave? First Sharpshooter.He has cheated at play, the cozening knave! First Cuir.But say, has he cheated you, man, of aught? First Sharp.Just clean'd me outand not left me a groat. First Cuir.And can you, who've the rank of a Friedland man, So shamefully cast yourself away, As to try your luck with a boor at play? Let him run off, so that run he can. (The Peasant escapes, the others throng together.) First Arquebusier.He makes short workis of resolute mood And that with such fellows as these is good. Who is he?not of Bohemia, that's clear. Sutler-woman.He's a Walloonand respect, I trow, Is due to the Pappenheim cuirassier! First Dragoon.(Joining.) Young Piccolomini leads them now, Whom they chose as colonel, of their own free might, When Pappenheim fell in Lutzen's fight. First Arq.Durst they, indeed, presume so far? First Drag.This regiment is something above the rest. It has ever been foremost throughout the war, And may manage its laws, as it pleases best; Besides, 'tis by Friedland himself carest. First Cuir.(To the Second.) Is 't so in truth, man? Who averr'd it? Second Cuir.From the lips of the colonel himself I heard. First Cuir.The devil! we're not their dogs, I ween! First Yager.How now, what's wrong? You're swoln with spleen! Second Yag.Is it anything, comrades, may us concern? First Cuir.'Tis what none need be wondrous glad to learn. (The soldiers press round him.) To the Netherlands they would lend us now Cuirassiers, Yagers and Shooters away, Eight thousand in all must march, they say. Sut.-wom.What! what! again the old wandering way I got back from Flanders but yesterday! Second Cuir.(To the Dragoons.) You of Buttler's corps must tramp with the rest. First Cuir.And we, the Walloons, must doubtless be gone. Sut.-wom.Why, of all our squadrons, these are the best. First Cuir.To march where that Milanese fellow leads on. First Yag.The Infant! that's queer enough in its way. Second Yag.The Priestthen, egad! there's the devil to pay. First Cuir.Shall we then leave the Friedlander's train, Who so nobly his soldiers doth entertain And drag to the field with this fellow from Spain? A niggard whom we in our souls disdain! That'll never go downI'm off, I swear. Trumpeter.Why, what the devil should we do there? We sold our blood to th' emperorne'er For this Spanish red hat a drop we'll spare! Second Yag.On the Friedlander's word and credit alone We ranged ourselves in the trooper line, And, but for our love to Wallenstein, Ferdinand ne'er had our service known. First Drag.Was it not Friedland that formed our force? His fortune shall still be the star of our course. Sergeant.Silence, good comrades, to me give ear Talking does little to help us here. Much farther in this I can see than you all, And a trap has been laid in which we're to fall. First Yag.List to the order-book! hushbe still! Serg.But first, cousin Gustel, I pray thee fill A glass of Melneck, as my stomach's but weak; When I've tost it off, my mind I'll speak. Sut.-wom.Take it, good Sergeant. I quake for fear Think you that mischief is hidden here? Serg.Look ye, my friends, 'tis fit and clear 'That each should consider what's most near. But as the general says, say I, One should always the whole of a case descry. We call ourselves all the Friedlander's troops; The Burgher, on whom we're billeted, stoops; The Burgher, on whom we're billeted, stoops Our wants to supply, and cooks our soups. His ox, or his horse, the peasant must chain To our baggage car, and may grumble in vain. Just let a lance-corp'ral, with seven good men, Tow'rd a village from far but come within ken, You're sure he'll be prince of the place, and may Cut what capers he will, with unquestion'd sway. Why, zounds! lads, they heartily hate us all And would rather the devil should give them a call, Than our yellow collars. And why don't they fall On us fairly at once, and get rid of our lumber? They're more than our match in point of number, And carry the cudgel as we do the sword. Why can we laugh them to scorn? By my word, Because we make up here a terrible horde. First Yag.Ay, ay, in the mass lies the spell of our might, And the Friedlander judged the matter aright, When, some eight or nine years ago, he brought The emperor's army together. They thought Twelve thousand enough for the gen'ral. In vain Said hesuch a force I can never maintain. Sixty thousand I'll bring ye into the plain, And they, I'll be sworn, won't of hunger die, And thus were we Wallenstein's men, say I. Serg.For examplecut one of my fingers off This little one, here, from my right hand doff. Is the taking my finger, then, all you've done? No, no, to the devil my hand is gone! 'Tis a stumpno moreand use has none. The eight thousand horse they wish to disband, May be but a finger of our army's hand. But, when they're once gonemay we understand We are but one-fifth the less? Oh, no By the Lord, the whole to the devil will go! All terror, respect, and awe, will be o'er, And the peasant will swell his crest once more; And the Board of Vienna will order us where Our troops must be quartered, and how we must fare, As of old, in the days of their beggarly care. Yesand how long it will be who can say Ere the general himself they may take away? For they don't much like him at court, I learn, And then it's all up with the whole concern! For who, to our pay, will be left to aid us? And see that they keep the promise they made us. Who has the energywho the mind The flashing thoughtand the fearless hand Together to bring, and thus fastly bind The fragments that form our close-knit band? For example, Dragoonjust answer us now, From which of the countries of earth art thou? Drag.From distant Erin came I here. Serg.(To the two Cuirassiers.) You're a Walloon, my friend, that's clear; And you, an Italian, as all may hear. First Cuir.Who I may be, faith! I never could say; In my infant years they stole me away. Serg.And you, from what far land may you be? First Arq.I come from Buchauon the Feder Sea. Serg.Neighbor, and you? Second Arq.I am a Swiss. Serg.(To the Second Yager.) And Yager, let's hear where your country is? Second Yag.Up above Wismar, my fathers dwell. Serg.(Pointing to the Trumpeter.) And he's from Egerand I as well; And, now, my comrades, I ask you whether Would any one think, when looking at us, That we, from the North and South, had thus Been hitherward drifted and blown together? Do we not seem as hewn from one mass? Stand we not close against the foe As though we were glued, or molded so? Like mill-work don't we move, d'ye think! 'Mong ourselves in the nick, at a word or wink? Who has thus cast us here, all as one, Now to be sever'd again by none? Who? why, no other than Wallenstein! First Yag.In my life it ne'er was a thought of mine, Whether we suited each other or not, I let myself go with the rest of the lot. First Cuir.I quite agree in the Sergeant's opinion They'd fain have an end of our camp dominion, And trample the soldier down, that they May govern alone in their own good way. 'Tis a conspirationa plot, I say! Sut.-wom.A conspirationGod help the day! Then my customers won't have cash to pay. Serg.Why, faith, we shall all be bankrupts made; The captains and generals, most of them, paid The costs of the regiments with private cash, And, wishing, 'bove all, to cut a dash, Went a little beyond their meansbut thought, No doubt, that they thus had a bargain bought. Now, they'll be cheated, sirs, one and all, Should our chief, our head, the general fall. Sut.-wom.Oh, Heav'n! this curse I never can brook! Why, half of the army stands in my book. Two hundred dollars I've trusted madly, That Count Isolani, who pays so badly. First Cuir.Well, comrades, let's fix on what's to be done Of the ways to save us, I see but one; If we hold together we needn't fear; So let us stand out as one man here; And then they may order and send as they will, Fast planted we'll stick in Bohemia still. We'll never give inno, nor march an inch, We stand on our honor, and must not flinch. Second Yag.We're not to be driven the country about, Let 'em come here, and they'll find it out. First Arq.Good sirs, 'twere well to bethink ye still, That such is the emperor's sovereign will. Trump.Oh, as to the emperor, we needn't be nice. First Arq.Let me not hear you say so twice. Trump.Why, 'tis even soas I just have said. First Yag.True, manI've always heard 'em say, 'Tis Friedland alone you've here to obey. Serg.By our bargains with him it should be so, Absolute power is his, you must know. We've war, or peace, but as he may please, Or gold or goods he has power to seize, And hanging or pardon his will decrees. Captains and colonels he makesand he, In short, by th' Imperial seal is free, To hold all the marks of sovereignty. First Arq.The duke is high and of mighty will, But yet must remain, for good or for ill, Like us all, but the emperor's servant still. Serg.Not like us allI there disagree Friedland is quite independent and free, The Bavarian is no more a prince than he; For, was I not by myself to see, When on duty at Brandeis, how th' emperor said, He wished him to cover his princely head. First Arq.That was because of the Mecklenburgh land, Which he held in pawn from the emperor's hand. First Yag.(To the Sergeant.) In the emperor's presence, man! say you so? That, beyond doubt was a wonderful go! Serg.(Feels in his pocket.) If you question my word in what I have told, I can give you something to grasp and hold. (Showing a coin.) Whose image and stamp d'ye here behold? Sut.-wom.Oh! that is a Wallenstein's, sure! Sergeant-Major.Well, there, you have itwhat doubt can rest? Is he not prince just as good as the best? Coins he not money like Ferdinand? Hath he not his own subjects and land? Is he not called your Highness, I pray? And why should he not have his soldiers in pay? First Arq.That no one has ever meant to gainsay; But we're still at the emperor's beck and call, For his majesty 'tis who pays us all. Trump.In your teeth I deny itand will again His majesty 'tis who pays us not, For this forty weeks, say, what have we got But a promise to pay, believed in vain? First Arq.What then! 'tis kept in safe hands, I suppose. First Cuir.Peace, good sirs, will you come to blows? Have you a quarrel and squabble to know If the emperor be our master or not? 'Tis because of our rank, as his soldiers brave, That we scorn the lot of the herded slave; And will not be driven from place to place, As priests or puppies our path may trace. And, tell me, is 't not the sovereign's gain, If the soldiers their dignity well maintain? Who but his soldiers give him the state Of a mighty, wide-ruling potentate? Make and preserve for him, far and near, The voice which Christendom quakes to hear? Well enough they may his yoke-chain bear, Who feast on his favors, and daily share, In golden chambers, his sumptuous fare. Wewe of his splendors have no part, Nought but hard wearying toil and care, And the pride that lives in a soldier's heart. Second Yag.All great tyrants and kings have shown Their wit, as I take it, in what they've done; They've trampled all others with stern command, But the solider they've led with a gentle hand. First Cuir.The soldier his worth must understand; Whoe'er doesn't nobly drive the trade, 'Twere best from the business far he'd staid. If I cheerily set my life on a throw, Something still better than life I'll know; Or I'll stand to be slain for the paltry pelf, As the Croat still doesand scorn myself. Both Yags.Yeshonor is dearer than life itself. First Cuir.The sword is no plough nor delving tool, He who would till with it is but a fool. For us, neither grass nor grain doth grow, Houseless the soldier is doomed to go, A changeful wanderer over the earth, Ne'er knowing the warmth of a home-lit hearth. The city glanceshe haltsnot there Nor in village meadows, so green and fair; The vintage and harvest wreath are twined, He sees, but must leave them far behind. Then, tell me, what hath the soldier left, If he's once of his self-esteem bereft? Something he must have his own to call, Or on slaughter and burnings at once he'll fall. First Arq.God knows, 'tis a wretched life to live! First Cuir.Yet one which I for no other would give. Look yefar round in the world I've been, And all of its different service seen. The Venetian Republicthe kings of Spain And Naples I've served, and served in vain. Fortune still frownedand merchant and knight, Craftsman and Jesuit, have met my sight; Yet, of all their jackets, not one have I known To please me like this steel coat of my own. First Arq.Wellthat now is what I can scarcely say. First Cuir.In the world, a man who would make his way, Must plague and bestir himself night and day. To honor and place, if he choose the road, He must bend his back to the golden load. And if home delights should his fancy please, With children and grandchildren round his knees, Let him follow an honest trade in peace. I've no taste for this kind of lifenot I! Free will I live, and as freely die. No man's spoiler nor heir will I be But, throned on my nag, I will smile to see The coil of the crowd that is under me. First Yag.Bravo!that's as I've always done. First Arq.In truth, sirs, it may be far better fun To trample thus over your neighbor's crown. First Cuir.Comrade, the times are bad of late The sword and the scales live separate. But do not then blame that I've preferr'd, Of the two, to lean, as I have, to the sword. For mercy in war I will yield to none, Though I never will stoop to be drumm'd upon. First Arq.Who but the soldier the blame should bear, That the laboring poor so hardly fare? The war with its plagues, which all have blasted, Now sixteen years in the land hath lasted. First Cuir.Why, brother, the blessed God above Can't have from us all an equal love. One prays for the sun, at which t'other will fret; One is for dry weathert'other for wet. What you now regard as with misery rife, Is to me the unclouded sun of life. If 'tis at the cost of the burgher and boor, I really am sorry that they must endure; But how can I help it? Here, you must know, 'Tis just like a cavalry charge 'gainst the foe; The steeds loud snorting, and on they go! Whoever may lie in the mid career Be it my brother or son so dear Should his dying groan my heart divide, Yet over his body I needs must ride, Nor pitying stop to drag him aside. First Yag.Truewho ever asks how another may bide? First Cuir.Thus, my lads, 'tis my counsel, while On the soldier dame Fortune deigns to smile, That we with both hands her bounty clasp, For it mayn't be much longer left to our grasp. Peace will be coming some over night, And then there's an end of our martial might. The soldier unhorsed, and fresh-mounted the boor, Ere you can think it, 'twill be as before. As yet we're together firm bound in the land, The hilt is yet fast in the soldier's hand. But let 'em divide us, and soon we shall find Short commons is all that remains behind. First Yag.No, no, by the Lord! that won't do for me. Come, come, lads, let's all now, as one, agree. Second Yag.Yes, let us resolve on what 'tis to be. First Arq.(To the Sutler-woman, drawing out his leather purse.) Hostess, tell us how high you've scored. Sut.-wom.Oh, 'tis unworthy a single word. (They settle.) Trump.You do well, sirs, to take a farther walk, Your company only disturbs our talk. (Exeunt Arquebusiers.) First Cuir.Plague take the fellowsthey're brave, I know. First Yag.They haven't a soul 'bove a soapboiler's though. Second Yag.We're now alone, so teach us who can, How best we may meet and mar their plan. Trump.How? Why, let's tell 'em we will not go! First Cuir.Despising all discipline! no, my lads, no; Rather his corps let each of us seek, And quietly then with his comrades speak, That every soldier may clearly know, It were not for his good so far to go; For my Walloons to answer I'm free, Every man of 'em thinks and acts with me. Serg.The Terzky regiments, both horse and foot, Will thus resolve, and will keep them to 't. Second Cuir.(Joining the First.) The Walloons and the Lombards, one intent. First Yag.Freedom is Yagers' own element. Second Yag.Freedom must ever with might entwine I live and will die by Wallenstein. First Sharp.The Lorrainers go on with the strongest tide, Where spirits are light and courage tried. Drag.An Irishman follows his fortune's star. Second Sharp.The Tyrolese for the sovereign war. First Cuir.Then, comrades, let each of our corps agree A pro memoriâ to signthat we, In spite of all force or fraud, will be To the fortunes of Friedland firmly bound; For in him is the soldier's father found. This we will humbly present, when done, To PiccolominiI mean the son Who understands these kind of affairs, And the Friedlander's highest favor shares. Besides, with the emperor's self, they say He holds a capital card to play. Second Yag.Well, then, in this let us all agree, That the colonel shall our spokesman be! All.(Going.) Good! the colonel shall our spokesman be! Serg.Hold, sirsjust toss off a glass with me To the health of Piccolomini. Sut.-wom.(Brings a flask.) This shall not go to the list of scores, I gladly give itsuccess be yours! Cuir.The soldier shall sway! Both Yag.The peasant shall pay! Drags. and Sharp.The army shall flourishing stand! Trump. and Serg.And the Friedlander keep the command! Second Cuir.(Sings.) Arouse ye, my comrades, to horse, to horse! To the field and to freedom we guide! For there a man feels the pride of his force, And there is the heart of him tried. No help to him there by another is shown, He stands for himself and himself alone. (The soldiers from the background have come forward during the singing of this verse, and form the chorus.) Chorus.No help to him there by another is shown, He stands for himself and himself alone. Drag.Now freedom hath fled from the world, we find But lords and their bondsmen vile; And nothing holds sway in the breast of mankind Save falsehood and cowardly guile. Who looks in death's face with a fearless brow, The soldier, alone, is the freeman now. Cho.Who looks in death's face with a fearless brow, The soldier, alone, is the freeman now. First Yag.With the troubles of life he ne'er bothers his pate, And feels neither fear nor sorrow; But boldly rides onward to meet with his fate He may meet it to-day or to-morrow! And, if to-morrow 'twill come, then, I say, Drain we the cup of life's joy to-day! Cho.And, if to-morrow 'twill come, then, I say, Drain we the cup of life's joy to-day! (The glasses are here refilled, and all drink.) Serg.'Tis from heaven his jovial lot has birth; Nor needs he to strive or toil. The peasant may grope in the bowels of earth, And for treasure may greedily moil, He digs and he delves through life for the pelf, And digs till he grubs out a grave for himself. Cho.He digs and he delves through life for the pelf, And digs till he grubs out a grave for himself. First Yag.The rider and lightning steeda pair Of terrible guests, I ween! From the bridal-hall as the torches glare, Unbidden they join the scene. Nor gold, nor wooing, his passion prove; By storm he carries the prize of love! Cho.Nor gold nor wooing, his passion prove; By storm he carries the prize of love! Second Cuir.Why mourns the wench with so sorrowful face? Away, girl, the soldier must go! No spot on earth is his resting-place, And your true love he never can know. Still onward driven by fate's rude wind, He nowhere may leave his peace behind. Cho.Still onward driven by fate's rude wind, He nowhere may leave his peace behind. (First Yager takes the two next to him by the handall do the same, and form a semicircle.) First Yag.Then rouse, ye, my comradesto horse! to horse! In battle the breast doth swell! And deep be the stake, as the prize is high Who life would win, he must dare to die! Cho.And deep be the stake, as the prize is high Who life would win, he must dare to die! 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