Max. I say, it may as well stay till to-morrow.
Illo. It cannot stay. We have all subscribed to it—and so
must you.—You must subscribe.
Max. Illo, good night! 40
Illo. No! You come not off so! The Duke shall learn
who are his friends. [All collect round Illo and Max.
Max. What my sentiments are towards the Duke, the Duke
knows, every one knows—what need of this wild stuff? [45]
Illo. This is the thanks the Duke gets for his partiality to
Italians and foreigners.—Us Bohemians he holds for little better
than dullards—nothing pleases him but what's outlandish.
Tertsky (to the commanders, who at Illo's words give a sudden
start, as preparing to resent them). It is the wine that speaks,
and not his reason. Attend not to him, I entreat you. [50]
Isolani. Wine invents nothing: it only tattles.
Illo. He who is not with me is against me. Your tender
consciences! Unless they can slip out by a back-door, by a
puny proviso——
Tertsky. He is stark mad—don't listen to him! [55]