Volume 2 / Act 5 — Scene VII

Gordon (rushes in out of breath). 'Tis a mistake, 'Tis not the Swedes—Ye must proceed no further— Butler! O God! Where is he? [Then observing the Countess. Countess! Say—— Countess. You are come then from the castle? Where's my husband? Gordon. Your husband!—Ask not!—To the Duke—— 5 Countess. Not till You have discovered to me—— Gordon. On this moment Does the world hang. For God's sake! to the Duke. While we are speaking—— [Calling loudly. Butler! Butler! God! Countess. Why, he is at the castle with my husband.

Gordon. 'Twas a mistake—'Tis not the Swedes—it is 10 The Imperialist's Lieutenant-General Has sent me hither, will be here himself Instantly.—You must not proceed. Butler. He comes [807] Too late. [Gordon dashes himself against the wall. Gordon. O God of mercy! Countess. What too late? Who will be here himself? Octavio 15 In Egra? Treason! Treason! Where's the Duke? [She rushes to the gallery.