Gordon (rushes in out of breath). 'Tis a mistake,
'Tis not the Swedes—Ye must proceed no further—
Butler! O God! Where is he? [Then observing the Countess.
Countess! Say——

Countess. You are come then from the castle? Where's my husband?

Gordon. Your husband!—Ask not!—To the Duke—— 5

Countess. Not till
You have discovered to me——

Gordon. On this moment
Does the world hang. For God's sake! to the Duke.
While we are speaking—— [Calling loudly.
Butler! Butler! God!

Countess. Why, he is at the castle with my husband.

[Butler comes from the gallery.

Gordon. 'Twas a mistake—'Tis not the Swedes—it is 10
The Imperialist's Lieutenant-General
Has sent me hither, will be here himself
Instantly.—You must not proceed.

Butler. He comes
[[807]] Too late. [Gordon dashes himself against the wall.

Gordon. O God of mercy!