Illo. On Neumann,
Your messenger.

Wallenstein (starting up). Ha! Death and hell! I will—

Tertsky. Expose thyself to their blind frenzy?

Duchess and Countess. No!
For God's sake, no!

Illo. Not yet, my General! 40

Countess. O, hold him! hold him!

Wallenstein. Leave me——

Max. Do it not
Not yet! This rash and bloody deed has thrown them
Into a frenzy-fit—allow them time——

[[759]]Wallenstein. Away! too long already have I loitered.
They are emboldened to these outrages, [45]
Beholding not my face. They shall behold
My countenance, shall hear my voice——
Are they not my troops? Am I not their General,
And their long-feared commander? Let me see,
Whether indeed they do no longer know 50
That countenance, which was their sun in battle!
From the balcony (mark!) I shew myself
To these rebellious forces, and at once
Revolt is mounded, and the high-swoln current
Shrinks back into the old bed of obedience. 55

[Exit Wallenstein; Illo, Tertsky, and Butler follow.