Butler. It is.
Octavio. Nay, but bethink you, Colonel Butler!
As yet you have time. Within my faithful breast
That rashly uttered word remains interred.
Recall it, Butler! choose a better party: 45
You have not chosen the right one.
Butler (going). Any other
Commands for me, Lieutenant-General?
Octavio. See your white hairs! Recall that word!
Butler. Farewell!
Octavio. What, would you draw this good and gallant sword
In such a cause? Into a curse would you 50
Transform the gratitude which you have earned
By forty years' fidelity from Austria?
Butler (laughing with bitterness). Gratitude from the House of Austria. [He is going.
Octavio (permits him to go as far as the door, then calls after him).
Butler!
Butler. What wish you?