Butler (no longer governing his emotion). Only break off from him?—He dies!—he dies! 130
Octavio. Come after me to Frauenberg, where now
All who are loyal are assembling under
Counts Altringer and Galas. Many others
I've brought to a remembrance of their duty.
This night be sure that you escape from Pilsen. [135]
Butler. Count Piccolomini! Dare that man speak
Of honour to you, who once broke his troth?
Octavio. He, who repents so deeply of it, dares.
Butler. Then leave me here, upon my word of honour!
Octavio. What's your design?
Butler. Leave me and my regiment. 140
Octavio. I have full confidence in you. But tell me
What are you brooding?
Butler. That the deed will tell you.
Ask me no more at present. Trust to me.
Ye may trust safely. By the living God
Ye give him over, not to his good angel! 145
Farewell. [Exit Butler.
Servant (enters with a billet). A stranger left it, and is gone.
The Prince-Duke's horses wait for you below. [Exit Servant.