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 How mere a maniac they supposed the Duke! What, he can meditate?—the Duke?—can dream That he can lure away full thirty thousand Tried troops and true, all honourable soldiers, More than a thousand noblemen among them, From oaths, from duty, from their honour lure them, And make them all unanimous to do A deed that brands them scoundrels?

Such a deed, With such a front of infamy, the Duke No way desires—what he requires of us Bears a far gentler appellation. Nothing He wishes but to give the Empire peace. And so, because the Emperor hates this peace, Therefore the Duke—the Duke will force him to it. All parts of the Empire will he pacify, And for his trouble will retain in payment (What he has already in his gripe)—Bohemia!

Has he, Octavio, merited of us, That we—that we should think so vilely of him?

What we would think is not the question here, The affair speaks for itself—and clearest proofs! Hear me, my son—'tis not unknown to thee, In what ill credit with the Court we stand. But little dost thou know, or guess what tricks, What