THE FIELD OF WAGRAM [The battlefield is now viewed reversely, from the windows of a mansion at Wolkersdorf, to the rear of the Austrian position. The aspect of the windows is nearly south, and the prospect includes the plain of the Marchfeld, with the isled Danube and Lobau in the extreme distance. Ten miles to the south-west, rightwards, the faint summit of the tower of St. Stephen’s, Vienna, appears. On the middle-left stands the compact plateau of Wagram, so regularly shaped as to seem as if constructed by art. On the extreme left the July sun has lately risen. Inside the room are discovered the EMPEROR FRANCIS and some house- hold officers in attendance; with the War-Minister and Secretaries at a table at the back. Through open doors can be seen in an outer apartment adjutants, equerries, aides, and other military men. An officer in waiting enters.]

OFFICER During the night the French have shifted, sire, And much revised their stations of the eve By thwart and wheeling moves upon our left, And on our centre—projects unforeseen Till near accomplished.

FRANCIS But I am advised By oral message that the Archduke Charles, Since the sharp strife last night, has mended, too, His earlier dispositions, and has sped Strong orders to the Archduke John, to bring In swiftest marches all the force he holds, And fall with heavy impact on the French From nigh their rear?

OFFICER ’Tis good, sire; such a swoop Will raise an obstacle to their retreat And refuge in the fastness of the isle; And show this victory-gorged adventurer That striking with a river in his rear Is not the safest tactic to be played Against an Austrian front equipt like ours! [The EMPEROR FRANCIS and others scrutinize through their glasses the positions and movements of the Austrian divisions, which appear on the plain as pale masses, emitting flashes from arms and helmets under the July rays, and reaching from the Tower of Neusiedel on the left, past Wagram, into the village of Stammersdorf on the right. Beyond their lines are spread out the darker-hued French, almost parallel to the Austrians.]

FRANCIS Those moving masses toward the right I deem The forces of Klenau and Kollowrath, Sent to support Prince John of Lichtenstein I his attack that way? [An interval.] Now that they’ve gained The right there, why is not the attack begun?

OFFICER They are beginning on the left wing, sire. [The EMPEROR resumes his glass and beholds bodies of men descending from the hills by Neusiedel, and crossing the Russbach river towards the French—a movement which has been going on for some time.]

FRANCIS [turning thither] Where we are weakest! It surpasses me To understand why was our centre thinned To pillar up our right already strong, Where nought is doing, while our left assault Stands ill-supported? [Time passes in silence.] Yes, it is so. See, The enemy strikes Rossenberg in flank, Compelling him to fall behind the Russbach! [The EMPEROR gets excited, and his face perspires. At length he cannot watch through his glass, and walks up and down.] Penned useless here my nerves annoy my sight! Inform me what you note.—I should opine The Wagram height behind impregnable? [Another silence, broken by the distant roar of the guns.]

OFFICER Klenau and Kollowrath are pounding on! To turn the enemy’s left with our strong right Is, after all, a plan that works out well. Hiller and Lichtenstein conjoin therein.

FRANCIS I hear from thence appalling cannonades.

OFFICER ’Tis their, your Majesty. Now we shall see If the French read that there the danger lies.

FRANCIS I only pray that Bonaparte refrain From spying danger there till all too late!

OFFICER [involuntarily, after a pause] Ah, Heaven!

FRANCIS [turning sharply] Well, well? What changes figure now?

OFFICER They pierce our centre, sire! We are, despite, Not centrally so weak as I supposed. Well done, Bellegarde!

FRANCIS [glancing to the centre] And what has he well done?

OFFICER The French in fierce fume broke through Aderklaa; But Bellegarde, pricking along the plain behind, Has charged and driven them back disorderly. The Archduke Charles bounds thither, as I shape, In person to support him! [The EMPEROR returns to his spyglass; and they and others watch in silence, sometimes the right of their front, sometimes the centre.]

FRANCIS It is so! That the right attack of ours spells victory, And Austria’s grand salvation!... [Times passes.] Turn your glass, And closely scan Napoléon and his aides Hand-galloping towards his centre-left To strengthen it against the brave Bellegarde. Does your eye reach him?—That white horse, alone In front of those that move so rapidly.

OFFICER It does, sire; though my glass can conjure not So cunningly as yours.... that horse must be The famed Euphrates—him the Persian king Sent Bonaparte as gift. [A silence. NAPOLÉON reaches a carriage that is moving across. It bears MASSÉNA, who, having received a recent wound, in unable to ride.]

FRANCIS See, the white horse and horseman pause beside A coach for some strange reason rolling there.... That white-horsed rider—yes!—is Bonaparte, By the aides hovering round.... New war-wiles have been worded; we shall spell Their purport soon enough! [An interval.] The French take heart To stand to our battalions steadfastly, And hold their ground, having the Emperor near! [Time passes. An aide-de-camp enters.]

AIDE The Archduke Charles is pierced in the shoulder, sire; He strove too far in beating back the French At Aderklaa, and was nearly ta’en. The wound’s not serious.—On our right we win, And deem the battle ours. [Enter another aide-de-camp.]

SECOND AIDE Your Majesty, We have borne them back through Aspern village-street And Essling is recovered. What counts more, Their bridges to the rear we have nearly grasped, And panic-struck they crowd the few left free, Choking the track, with cries of “All is lost!”

FRANCIS Then is the land delivered. God be praised! [Exeunt aides. An interval, during which the EMPEROR and his companions again remain anxiously at their glasses.] There is a curious feature I discern To have come upon the battle. On our right We gain ground rapidly; towards the left We lose it; and the unjudged consequence Is that the armies; whole commingling mass Moves like a monstrous wheel. I like it not! [Enter another aide-de-camp.]

THIRD AIDE Our left wing, sire, recedes before Davout, Whom nothing can withstand! Two corps he threw Across the Russbach up to Neusiedel, While he himself assailed the place in front. Of the divisions one pressed on and on, Till lodged atop. They would have been hurled back—-

FRANCIS But how goes it with us in sum? pray say!

THIRD AIDE We have been battered off the eastern side Of Wagram plateau.

FRANCIS Where’s the Archduke John? Why comes he not? One man of his here now Were worth a host anon. And yet he tarries! [Exit third aide. Time passes, while they reconnoitre the field with strained eyes.] Our centre-right, it seems, round Neusiedel, Is being repulsed! May the kind Heaven forbid That Hesse Homberg should be yielding there! [The Minister in attendance comes forward, and the EMPEROR consults him; then walking up and down in silence. Another aide-de-camp enters.]

FOURTH AIDE Sire, Neusiedel has just been wrenched from us, And the French right is on the Wagram crest; Nordmann has fallen, and Veczay: Hesse Homberg, Warteachben, Muger—almost all our best— Bleed more or less profusely! [A gloomy silence. Exit fourth side. Ten minutes pass. Enter an officer in waiting.]

FRANCIS What guns are those that groan from Wagram height?

OFFICER Alas, Davout’s! I have climbed the roof-top, sire, And there discerned the truth. [Cannonade continues. A long interval of suspense. The EMPEROR returns to his glass.]

FRANCIS A part of it! There seems to be a grim, concerted lunge By the whole strength of France upon our right, Centre, and left wing simultaneously!

OFFICER Most viciously upon the centre, sire, If I mistook not, hard by Sussenbrunn; The assault is led by Bonaparte in person, Who shows himself with marvellous recklessness, Yet like a phantom-fiend receives no hurt.

FRANCIS [still gazing] Ha! Now the Archduke Charles has seen the intent, And taken steps against it. Sussenbrunn Must be the threatened thing. [Silence.] What an advance!— Straight hitherward. Our centre girdles them.— Surely they’ll not persist? Who heads that charge?

OFFICER They say Macdonald, sire.

FRANCIS Meagrest remains Will there be soon of those in that advance! We are burning them to bones by our hot fire. They are almost circumscribed: if fully so The battle’s ours! What’s that behind them, eh?

OFFICER Their last reserves, that they may feed the front, And sterilize our hope!

FRANCIS Yes, their reserve— Dragoons and cuirassiers—charge in support. You see their metal gleaming as they come. Well, it is neck or nothing for them now!

OFFICER It’s nothing, sire. Their charge of cavalry Has desperately failed.

FRANCIS Their foot press on, However, with a battery in front Which deals the foulest damage done us yet. [Time passes.] They ARE effecting lodgment, after all. Who would have reckoned on’t—our men so firm! [Re-enter first aide-de-camp.]

FIRST AIDE The Archduke Charles retreats, your majesty; And the issue wears a dirty look just now.

FRANCIS [gloomily] Yes: I have seen the signs for some good while. But he retreats with blows, and orderly. [Time passes, till the sun has rounded far towards the west. The features of the battle now materially change. The French have regained Aspern and Essling; the Austrian army is doubled back from the Danube and from the heights of Wagram, which, as viewed from Wolkersdorf, face the afternoon shine, the French established thereon glittering in the rays.

FRANCIS [choking a sigh] The turn has passed. We are worsted, but not overwhelmed!... The French advance is laboured, and but slow. —This might have been another-coloured day If but the Archduke John had joined up promptly; Yet still he lags!

ANOTHER OFFICER [lately entered] He’s just now coming, sire. His columns glimmer in the Frenchmen’s rear. Past Siebenbrunn’s and Loebensdorf’s smoked hills.

FRANCIS [impatiently] Ay—coming NOW! Why could he not be COME! [They watch intently.] We can see nothing of that side from here. [Enter a general officer, who speaks to the Minister at the back of the room.]

MINISTER [coming forward] Your Majesty, I now have to suggest, Pursuant to conclusions reached this morn, That since the front and flower of all our force Is seen receding to the Bisamberg, These walls no longer yield safe shade for you, Or facile outlook. Scouts returning say Either Davout, or Bonaparte himself, With the mid-columns of his forward corps, Will bear up hitherward in fierce pursuit, And may intrude beneath this very roof. Not yet, I think; it may not be to-night; But we should stand prepared.

FRANCIS If we must go We’ll go with a good grace, unfeignedly! Who knows to-morrow may not see regained What we have lost to-day? [Re-enter fourth aide-de-camp.]

FOURTH AIDE [breathlessly] The Archduke John, Discerning our main musters in retreat, Abandons an advance that throws on him The enemy’s whole brunt if he bear on.

FRANCIS Alas for his devotion! Let us go. Such weight of sadness as we shoulder now Will wring us down to sleep in stall or stye, If even that be found!... Think! Bonaparte, By reckless riskings of his life and limb, Has turned the steelyard of our strength to-day Whilst I have idled here!... May brighter times Attend the cause of Europe far in Spain, And British blood flow not, as ours, in vain! [Exeunt the EMPEROR FRANCIS, minister, officers, and attendants. The night comes, and the scene is obscured.]