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 What base intrigues, what lying artifices, Have been employ'd—for this sole end—to sow Mutiny in the camp! All bands are loos'd— Loos'd all the bands that link the officer To his liege Emperor, all that bind the soldier Affectionately to the citizen. Lawless he stands, and threat'ningly beleaguers The state he's bound to guard. To such a height 'Tis swoln, that at this hour the Emperor Before his armies—his own armies—trembles; Yea, in his capital, his palace, fears The traitor's poniard, and is meditating To hurry off and hide his tender offspring Not from the Swedes, not from the Lutherans— No! from his own troops to hide and hurry them!

Cease, cease! thou tortur'st, shatter'st me. I know That oft we tremble at an empty terror; But the false phantasm brings a real misery.

It is no phantasm. An intestine war, Of all the most unnatural and cruel, Will burst out into flames, if instantly We do not fly and stifle it. The Generals Are many of them long ago won over; The subalterns are vacillating—whole Regiments and garrisons are vacillating. To foreigners our strong holds are entrusted; To that suspected Schafgotch is the whole Force of Silesia given up: to Tertsky Rh