Butler (to one of the commanders). For shame, for shame!
Bethink you. What is the main business here? The question 70
now is, whether we shall keep our General, or let him retire.
One must not take these things too nicely and
over-scrupulously.
Isolani (to one of the Generals). Did the Duke make any of
these provisos when he gave you your regiment? 75
Tertsky (to Goetz). Or when he gave you the office of
army-purveyancer, which brings you in yearly a thousand pistoles!
Illo. He is a rascal who makes us out to be rogues. If
there be any one that wants satisfaction, let him say so,—I am
his man. 80
Tiefenbach. Softly, softly! 'Twas but a word or two.
Max (having read the paper gives it back). Till to-morrow,
therefore!
Illo (stammering with rage and fury, loses all command over
himself, and presents the paper to Max with one hand, and his
sword in the other). Subscribe—Judas!
Isolani. Out upon you, Illo! 85
Octavio, Tertsky, Butler (all together). Down with the sword!
Max (rushes on him suddenly and disarms him, then to Count
Tertsky). Take him off to bed.
