Tertsky (to Butler). Take him off with you, force him off,
I entreat you, Butler!
Butler (to Illo). Field Marshal! a word with you. [Leads him to the sideboard.
Illo. A thousand for one! Fill—Fill it once more up to the
brim.—To this gallant man's health! [20]
Isolani (to Max, who all the while has been staring on the paper
with fixed but vacant eyes). Slow and sure, my noble
brother!—Hast parsed it all yet?—Some words yet to go through?—Ha?
Max. What am I to do?
Tertsky (and at the same time Isolani). Sign your name.
Max (returns the paper). Let it stay till to-morrow. It is [25]
business—to-day I am not sufficiently collected. Send it to me
to-morrow.
Tertsky. Nay, collect yourself a little.
Isolani. Awake, man! awake!—Come, thy signature, and
have done with it! What? Thou art the youngest in the 30
whole company, and wouldest be wiser than all of us together?
Look there! thy father has signed—we have all signed.
Tertsky (to Octavio). Use your influence. Instruct him.