Octavio (entering abruptly). It must not be! It is not possible!
Butler! Gordon!
I'll not believe it. Say no!
[Gordon without answering points with his hand to the body of Wallenstein as it is carried over the back of the stage. Octavio looks that way, and stands overpowered with horror.
Devereux (to Butler). Here is the golden fleece—the Duke's sword—
Macdonald. Is it your order—
Butler (pointing to Octavio). Here stands he who now 5
Hath the sole power to issue orders.
[Devereux and Macdonald retire with marks of obeisance. One drops away after the other, till only Butler, Octavio, and Gordon remain on the stage.
Octavio (turning to Butler). Was that my purpose, Butler, when we parted?
O God of Justice!
To thee I lift my hand! I am not guilty
Of this foul deed.
Butler. Your hand is pure. You have [10]
Availed yourself of mine.
Octavio. Merciless man!
Thus to abuse the orders of thy Lord—
And stain thy Emperor's holy name with murder,
With bloody, most accursed assassination!
Butler. I've but fulfilled the Emperor's own sentence. [15]