This is the curse of every evil deed,
That, propagating still, it brings forth evil.
J do not cheat my better soul with sophisms:
I but perform my orders; the Emperor
Prescribes my conduct to me. Dearest boy,
Far better were it, doubtless, if we all
Obey'd the heart at all times; but so doing,
In this our present sojourn with bad men,
We must abandon many an honest object.
'Tis now our call to serve the Emperor,
By what means he can best be serv'd—the heart
May whisper what it will—this is our call!
MAX.
I should not comprehend, not understand thee.
The Duke, thou say'st, did honestly pour out
His heart to thee, but for an evil purpose;
And thou dishonestly hast cheated him
For a good purpose! Silence, I entreat thee—
My friend thou stealest not from me—
Let me not lose my father!
OCTAVIO. (suppressing resentment)
Yet somewhat to disclose to thee.
(After a pause)
Duke Friedland
Hath made his preparations. He relies
Upon his stars. He deems us unprovided,
And thinks to fall upon us by surprize.
Yea, in his dream of hope, he grasps already
The golden circle in his hand. He errs.
