OCTAVIO. (continuing.)
you arriv'd—you are ignorant of the ways and
means here. 'Tis a wretched place—I know, at
our age, one loves to be snug and quiet—What
if you move your lodgings?—Come, be
my visitor. (Butler makes a low bow.) Nay,
without compliment!—For a friend like you I have
still a corner remaining.
BUTLER. (coldly.)
Lieutenant-General! (The paper comes to Butler,
who goes to the table to subscribe it. The front
of the stage is vacant, so that both the Piccolominis,
each on the side where he had been from the
commencement of the scene, remain alone.
OCTAVIO. (After having some time watched
to him.) You were long absent from us, friend!
MAX.
OCTAVIO.
MAX.
OCTAVIO. (advancing still nearer.)
was that detain'd you?—Tertsky knows it without
asking.
MAX.