Octavio. What's your design?
Butler. Leave me and my regiment. 140
Octavio. I have full confidence in you. But tell me
What are you brooding?
Butler. That the deed will tell you.
Ask me no more at present. Trust to me.
Ye may trust safely. By the living God
Ye give him over, not to his good angel! 145
Farewell. [Exit Butler.
Servant (enters with a billet). A stranger left it, and is gone.
The Prince-Duke's horses wait for you below. [Exit Servant.
Octavio (reads). 'Be sure, make haste! Your faithful Isolan.'
—O that I had but left this town behind me.
To split upon a rock so near the haven!— 150
Away! This is no longer a safe place for me!
Where can my son be tarrying?
FOOTNOTES:
[718:1] It probably did not suit Schiller's purposes to remark, what he doubtless knew, that Butler was of a noble Irish family, indeed one of the noblest. MS. R.