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.
[Max leaves the stage. Illo cursing and raving is held back by some of the Officers, and amidst a universal confusion the curtain drops.