Five regiments, foot and horse—to Isolani,
To Illo, Kinsky, Butler, the best troops.
MAX.
OCTAVIO.
Believes he has secur'd us—means to lure us
Still further on by splendid promises.
To me he portions forth the princedoms, Glatz
And Sagan; and too plain I see the angel
With which he doubts not but to catch thee.
MAX.
I tell thee—no!
OCTAVIO.
And to what purpose think'st thou he has call'd us
Hither to Pilsen?—To avail himself
Of our advice?—O when did Friedland ever
Need our advice?—Be calm, and listen to me.
To sell ourselves are we call'd hither, and
Decline we that—to be his hostages.
Therefore doth noble Gallas stand aloof;
Thy father, too, thou wouldst not have seen here,
If higher duties had not held him fetter'd.
MAX.
That we're call'd hither for his sake—he owns it.
He needs our aidance to maintain himself—
He did so much for us; and 'tis but fair
That we too should do somewhat now for him.
