Octavio. And the dispatches——
Cornet. The Lieutenant-General 15
Sent them that instant to Vienna, and
The prisoner with them.
Octavio. This is, indeed, a tiding!
That fellow is a precious casket to us,
Enclosing weighty things.—Was much found on him?
Cornet. I think, six packets, with Count Tertsky's arms. 20
Octavio. None in the Duke's own hand?
Cornet. Not that I know.
Octavio. And old Sesina?
Cornet. He was sorely frightened,
When it was told him he must to Vienna.
But the Count Altringer bade him take heart,
Would he but make a full and free confession. 25
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.