PRESIDENT. Everything is ours could we make him suspect the girl.
MARSHAL. Ah, of theft, you mean?
PRESIDENT. Pshaw!--he would never believe that! No, no--I mean that she is carrying on an intrigue with another.
MARSHAL. And this other, who is he to be?
PRESIDENT. Yourself!
MARSHAL. How? Must I be her lover? Is she of n.o.ble birth?
PRESIDENT. What signifies that? What an idea!--she is the daughter of a musician.
MARSHAL. A plebeian?--that will never do!
PRESIDENT. What will never do? Nonsense, man! Who in the name of wonder would think of asking a pair of rosy cheeks for their owner"s pedigree?
MARSHAL. But consider, my dear count, a married man! And my reputation at court!
PRESIDENT. Oh! that"s quite another thing! I beg a thousand pardons, marshal; I was not aware that a man of unblemished morals held a higher place in your estimation than a man of power! Let us break up our conference.
MARSHAL. Be not so hasty, count. I did not mean to say that.
PRESIDENT (coldly.) No--no! You are perfectly right. I, too, am weary of office. I shall throw up the game, tender my resignation to the duke, and congratulate von Bock on his accession to the premiership. This duchy is not all the world.
MARSHAL. And what am I to do? It is very fine for you to talk thus!
You are a man of learning! But I--mon Dieu! What shall I be if his highness dismisses me?
PRESIDENT. A stale jest!--a thing out of fashion!
MARSHAL. I implore you, my dearest, my most valued friend. Abandon those thoughts. I will consent to everything!
PRESIDENT. Will you lend your name to an a.s.signation to which this Louisa Miller shall invite you in writing?
MARSHAL. Well, in G.o.d"s name let it be so!
PRESIDENT. And drop the letter where the major cannot fail to find it.
MARSHAL. For instance, on the parade, where I can let it fall as if accidentally in drawing out my handkerchief.
PRESIDENT. And when the baron questions you will you a.s.sume the character of a favored rival?
MARSHAL. Mort de ma vie! I"ll teach him manners! I"ll cure him of interfering in my amours!
PRESIDENT. Good! Now you speak in the right key. The letter shall be written immediately! Come in the evening to receive it, and we will talk over the part you are to play.
MARSHAL. I will be with you the instant I have paid sixteen visits of the very highest importance. Permit me, therefore, to take my leave without delay. (Going.)
PRESIDENT (rings). I reckon upon your discretion, marshal.
MARSHAL (calls back). Ah, mon Dieu! you know me!
[Exit MARSHAL.
SCENE III.
The PRESIDENT and WORM.
WORM. The music-master and his wife have been arrested without the least disturbance. Will your excellency read this letter?
PRESIDENT (having read it). Excellent! Excellent, my dear secretary!
poison like this would convert health itself into jaundiced leprosy. The marshal, too, has taken the bait. Now then away with my proposals to the father, and then lose no time--with the daughter.
[Exeunt on different sides.
SCENE IV.--Room in MILLER"S House.
LOUISA and FERDINAND.
LOUISA. Cease, I implore you! I expect no more days of happiness. All my hopes are levelled with the dust.
FERDINAND. All mine are exalted to heaven! My father"s pa.s.sions are roused! He will direct his whole artillery against us! He will force me to become an unnatural son. I will not answer for my filial duty. Rage and despair will wring from me the dark secret that my father is an a.s.sa.s.sin! The son will deliver the parent into the hands of the executioner. This is a moment of extreme danger, and extreme danger alone could prompt my love to take so daring a leap! Hear me, Louisa! A thought, vast and immeasurable as my love, has arisen in my soul--Thou, Louisa, and I, and Love! Lies not a whole heaven within this circle? Or dost thou feel that there is still something wanting?
LOUISA. Oh! cease! No more! I tremble to think what you would say.
FERDINAND. If we have no longer a claim upon the world, why should we seek its approbation? Why venture where nothing can be gained and all may be lost? Will thine eyes sparkle less brightly reflected by the Baltic waves than by the waters of the Rhine or the Elbe? Where Louise loves me there is my native land! Thy footsteps will make the wild and sandy desert far more attractive than the marble halls of my ancestors.
Shall we miss the pomp of cities? Be we where we may, Louisa, a sun will rise and a sun will set--scenes before which the most glorious achievements of art grow pale and dim! Though we serve G.o.d no more in his consecrated churches, yet the night shall spread her solemn shadows round us; the changing moon shall hear our confession, and a glorious congregation of stars join in our prayers! Think you our talk of love can ever be exhausted! Oh, no! One smile from Louisa were a theme for centuries--the dream of life will be over ere I can exhaust the charms of a single tear.
LOUISA. And hast thou no duty save that of love?
FERDINAND (embracing her). None so sacred as thy peace of mind!
LOUISA (very seriously). Cease, then, and leave me. I have a father who possesses no treasure save one only daughter. To-morrow he will be sixty years old--that he will fall a victim to the vengeance of the President is most certain!
FERDINAND (interrupting her). He shall accompany us. Therefore no more objections, my beloved. I will go and convert my valuables into gold, and raise money on my father"s credit! It is lawful to plunder a robber, and are not his treasures the price for which he has sold his country?
This night, when the clock strikes one, a carriage will stop at your door--throw yourself into it, and we fly!
LOUISA. Pursued by your father"s curse! a curse, unthinking one, which is never p.r.o.nounced in vain even by murderers--which the avenging angel hears when uttered by a malefactor in his last agony--which, like a fury, will fearfully pursue the fugitives from sh.o.r.e to sh.o.r.e! No, my beloved!
If naught but a crime can preserve you to me, I still have courage to resign you!
FERDINAND (mutters gloomily). Indeed!
LOUISA. Resign you? Oh! horrible beyond all measure is the thought.
Horrible enough to pierce the immortal spirit and pale the glowing cheeks of joy! Ferdinand! To resign you! Yet how can one resign what one never possessed? Your heart is the property of your station. My claim was sacrilege, and, shuddering, I withdraw it!