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MAX.

Father———

OCTAVIO.

Oh, my son!

I trust thy heart undoubtingly. But am I
Equally sure of thy collectedness?
Wilt thou be able, with calm countenance,
To enter this man's presence, when that I
Have trusted to thee his whole fate?

MAX.

According

As thou dost trust me, father, with his crime.

[Octavio takes a paper out of his escritoire
and gives it to him.)

MAX.

What! how!—a full imperial patent!

OCTAVIO.

Read it.

MAX. (just glances on it).

Duke Friedland sentenc'd and condemned!

OCTAVIO.

Even so.

MAX. (throws down the paper).

Oh, this is too much!—O unhappy error!

OCTAVIO.

Read on. Collect thyself.

MAX. (after he has read further, with a look
of affright and astonishment on his father).

How!—what!—Thou!—thou!

OCTAVIO.