DUCHESS.
What hast thou done?
COUNTESS (to TERZKY).
Is there no hope? Is all lost utterly?
TERZKY.
All lost. No hope. Prague in the Emperor's hands,
The soldiery have ta'en their oaths anew.
COUNTESS.
That lurking hypocrite, Octavio!
Count Max is off too.
TERZKY.
Where can he be? He's
Gone over to the Emperor with his father.