Octavio. Is Altringer then with your Lord? I heard
That he lay sick at Linz.

Cornet. These three days past
He's with my master, the Lieutenant-General,
At Frauenberg. Already have they sixty
Small companies together, chosen men; 30
Respectfully they greet you with assurances,
That they are only waiting your commands.

Octavio. In a few days may great events take place.
And when must you return?

Cornet. I wait your orders.

Octavio. Remain till evening.

[Cornet signifies his assent and obeisance, and is going.

Octavio. No one saw you—ha? 35

Cornet. No living creature. Through the cloister wicket
The Capuchins, as usual, let me in.

Octavio. Go, rest your limbs, and keep yourself concealed.
I hold it probable, that yet ere evening
[[683]]I shall dispatch you. The development 40
Of this affair approaches: ere the day,
That even now is dawning in the heaven,
Ere this eventful day hath set, the lot
That must decide our fortunes will be drawn. [Exit Cornet.