Wallenstein's Camp
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The Camp of Wallenstein is an introduction to the celebrated tragedy of that name; and, by its vivid portraiture of the state of the general's army, gives the best clue to the spell of his gigantic power. The blind belief entertained in the unfailing success of his arms, and in the supernatural agencies by which that success is secured to him; the unrestrained indulgence of every passion, and utter disregard of all law, save that of the camp; a hard oppression of the peasantry and plunder of the country, have all swollen the soldiery with an idea of interminable sway. But as we have translated the whole, we shall leave these reckless marauders to speak for themselves.
Of Schiller's opinion concerning the Camp, as a necessary introduction to the tragedy, the following passage taken from the prologue to the first representation, will give a just idea, and may also serve as a motto to the work: —
"Not he it is, who on the tragic scene Will now appear – but in the fearless bands Whom his command alone could sway, and whom His spirit fired, you may his shadow see, Until the bashful Muse shall dare to bring Himself before you in a living form; For power it was that bore his heart astray His Camp, alone, elucidates his crime."DRAMATIS PERSONAE
Sergeant-Major | of a regiment of Recruit.
Trumpeter | Terzky's carabineers. Citizen.
Artilleryman, Peasant.
Sharpshooters. Peasant Boy.
Mounted Yagers, of Holk's corps. Capuchin.
Dragoons, of Butler's regiment. Regimental Schoolmaster.
Arquebusiers, of Tiefenbach's regiment. Sutler-Woman.
Cuirassier, of a Walloon regiment. Servant Girl.
Cuirassier, of a Lombard regiment. Soldiers' Boys.
Croats. Musicians.
Hulans.
(SCENE. – The Camp before Pilsen, in Bohemia.)
SCENE I
Sutlers' tents – in front, a Slop-shop. Soldiers of all colors and uniforms thronging about. Tables all filled. Croats and Hulans cooking at a fire. Sutler-woman serving out wine. Soldier-boys throwing dice on a drum-head. Singing heard from the tent.
Enter a Peasant and his Son.
SON Father, I fear it will come to harm, So let us be off from this soldier swarm; But boist'rous mates will ye find in the shoal — 'Twere better to bolt while our skins are whole.FATHER How now, boy! the fellows wont eat us, though They may be a little unruly, or so. See, yonder, arriving a stranger train, Fresh comers are they from the Saal and Mayne; Much booty they bring of the rarest sort — 'Tis ours, if we cleverly drive our sport. A captain, who fell by his comrade's sword, This pair of sure dice to me transferred; To-day I'll just give them a trial to see If their knack's as good as it used to be. You must play the part of a pitiful devil, For these roaring rogues, who so loosely revel, Are easily smoothed, and tricked, and flattered, And, free as it came, their gold is scattered. But we – since by bushels our all is taken, By spoonfuls must ladle it back again; And, if with their swords they slash so highly, We must look sharp, boy, and do them slyly.[Singing and shouting in the tent.
Hark, how they shout! God help the day! 'Tis the peasant's hide for their sport must pay. Eight months in our beds and stalls have they Been swarming here, until far around Not a bird or a beast is longer found, And the peasant, to quiet his craving maw, Has nothing now left but his bones to gnaw. Ne'er were we crushed with a heavier hand, When the Saxon was lording it o'er the land: And these are the Emperor's troops, they say!SON From the kitchen a couple are coming this way, Not much shall we make by such blades as they.FATHER They're born Bohemian knaves – the two — Belonging to Terzky's carabineers, Who've lain in these quarters now for years; The worst are they of the worthless crew. Strutting, swaggering, proud and vain, They seem to think they may well disdain With the peasant a glass of his wine to drain But, soft – to the left o' the fire I see Three riflemen, who from the Tyrol should be Emmerick, come, boy, to them will we. Birds of this feather 'tis luck to find, Whose trim's so spruce, and their purse well lined.[They move towards the tent.
SCENE II
The above – Sergeant-Major, Trumpeter, Hulan.
TRUMPETER What would the boor? Out, rascal, away!PEASANT Some victuals and drink, worthy masters, I pray, For not a warm morsel we've tasted to day.TRUMPETER Ay, guzzle and guttle – 'tis always the way.HULAN (with a glass) Not broken your fast! there – drink, ye hound! He leads the peasant to the tent – the others come forward.SERGEANT (to the Trumpeter) Think ye they've done it without good ground? Is it likely they double our pay to-day, Merely that we may be jolly and gay?TRUMPETER Why, the duchess arrives to-day, we know, And her daughter too —SERGEANT Tush! that's mere show — 'Tis the troops collected from other lands Who here at Pilsen have joined our bands — We must do the best we can t' allure 'em, With plentiful rations, and thus secure 'em. Where such abundant fare they find, A closer league with us to bind.TRUMPETER Yes! – there's something in the wind.SERGEANT The generals and commanders too —TRUMPETER A rather ominous sight, 'tis true.SERGEANT Who're met together so thickly here —TRUMPETER Have plenty of work on their hands, that's clear.SERGEANT The whispering and sending to and fro —TRUMPETER Ay! Ay!SERGEANT The big-wig from Vienna, I trow, Who since yesterday's seen to prowl about In his golden chain of office there — Something's at the bottom of this, I'll swear.TRUMPETER A bloodhound is he beyond a doubt, By whom the duke's to be hunted out.SERGEANT Mark ye well, man! – they doubt us now, And they fear the duke's mysterious brow; He hath clomb too high for them, and fain Would they beat him down from his perch again.TRUMPETER But we will hold him still on high — That all would think as you and I!SERGEANT Our regiment, and the other four Which Terzky leads – the bravest corps Throughout the camp, are the General's own, And have been trained to the trade by himself alone The officers hold their command of him, And are all his own, or for life or limb.SCENE III
Enter Croat with a necklace. Sharpshooter following him.
The above.
SHARPSHOOTER Croat, where stole you that necklace, say? Get rid of it man – for thee 'tis unmeet: Come, take these pistols in change, I pray.CROAT Nay, nay, Master Shooter, you're trying to cheat.SHARPSHOOTER Then I'll give you this fine blue cap as well, A lottery prize which just I've won: Look at the cut of it – quite the swell!CROAT (twirling the Necklace in the Sun) But this is of pearls and of garnets bright, See, how it plays in the sunny light!SHARPSHOOTER (taking the Necklace) Well, I'll give you to boot, my own canteen — I'm in love with this bauble's beautiful sheen.[Looks at it.
TRUMPETER See, now! – how cleanly the Croat is done Snacks! Master Shooter, and mum's the word.CROAT (having put on the cap) I think your cap is a smartish one.SHARPSHOOTER (winking to the Trumpeter) 'Tis a regular swop, as these gents have heard.SCENE IV
The above. An Artilleryman.
ARTILLERYMAN (to the Sergeant) How is this I pray, brother carabineer? Shall we longer stay here, our fingers warming, While the foe in the field around is swarming?SERGEANT Art thou, indeed, in such hasty fret? Why the roads, as I think, are scarce passable yet.ARTILLERYMAN For me they are not – I'm snug enough here — But a courier's come, our wits to waken With the precious news that Ratisbon's taken.TRUMPETER Ha! then we soon shall have work in hand.SERGEANT Indeed! to protect the Bavarian's land, Who hates the duke, as we understand, We won't put ourselves in a violent sweat.ARTILLERYMAN Heyday! – you'll find you're a wiseacre yet.SCENE V
The above – Two Yagers. Afterwards Sutler-woman, Soldier-boy, Schoolmaster, Servant-girl.
FIRST YAGER See! see! Here meet we a jovial company!TRUMPETER Who can these greencoats be, I wonder, That strut so gay and sprucely yonder!SERGEANT They're the Yagers of Holk – and the lace they wear, I'll be sworn, was ne'er purchased at Leipzig fair.SUTLER-WOMAN (bringing wine) Welcome, good sirs!FIRST YAGER Zounds, how now? Gustel of Blasewitz here, I vow!SUTLER-WOMAN The same in sooth – and you I know, Are the lanky Peter of Itzeho: Who at Glueckstadt once, in revelling night, With the wags of our regiment, put to flight All his father's shiners – then crowned the fun —FIRST YAGER By changing his pen for a rifle-gun.SUTLER-WOMAN We're old acquaintance, then, 'tis clear.FIRST YAGER And to think we should meet in Bohemia here!SUTLER-WOMAN Oh, here to-day – to-morrow yonder — As the rude war-broom, in restless trace, Scatters and sweeps us from place to place. Meanwhile I've been doomed far round to wander.FIRST YAGER So one would think, by the look of your face.SUTLER-WOMAN Up the country I've rambled to Temsewar, Whither I went with the baggage-car, When Mansfeld before us we chased away; With the duke near Stralsund next we lay, Where trade went all to pot, I may say. I jogged with the succors to Mantua; And back again came, under Feria: Then, joining a Spanish regiment, I took a short cut across to Ghent; And now to Bohemia I'm come to get Old scores paid off, that are standing yet, If a helping hand by the duke be lent — And yonder you see my sutler's tent.FIRST YAGER Well, all things seem in a flourishing way, But what have you done with the Scotchman, say, Who once in the camp was your constant flame?SUTLER-WOMAN A villain, who tricked me clean, that same He bolted, and took to himself whate'er I'd managed to scrape together, or spare, Leaving me naught but the urchin there.SOLDIER-BOY (springing forward) Mother, is it my papa you name?FIRST YAGER Well, the emperor now must father this elf, For the army must ever recruit itself.SCHOOLMASTER Forth to the school, ye rogue – d'ye hear?FIRST YAGER He, too, of a narrow room has fear. SERVANT GIRL (entering). Aunt, they'll be off.SUTLER-WOMAN I come apace.FIRST YAGER What gypsy is that with the roguish face?SUTLER-WOMAN My sister's child from the south, is she.FIRST YAGER Ay, ay, a sweet little niece – I see. SECOND YAGER (holding the girl). Softly, my pretty one! stay with me.GIRL The customers wait, sir, and I must go.[Disengages herself, and exit.
FIRST YAGER That maiden's a dainty morsel, I trow! And her aunt – by heaven! I mind me well, — When the best of the regiment loved her so, To blows for her beautiful face they fell. What different folks one's doomed to know! How time glows off with a ceaseless flow! And what sights as yet we may live to see!(To the Sergeant and Trumpeter.)
Your health, good sirs, may we be free, A seat beside you here to take?SCENE VI
The Yagers, Sergeant, and Trumpeter.
SERGEANT We thank ye – and room will gladly make. To Bohemia welcome.FIRST YAGER Snug enough here! In the land of the foe our quarters were queer.TRUMPETER You haven't the look on't – you're spruce to view.SERGEANT Ay, faith, on the Saal, and in Meissen, too, Your praises are heard from the lips of few.SECOND YAGER Tush, man! why, what the plague d'ye mean? The Croat had swept the fields so clean, There was little or nothing for us to glean.TRUMPETER Yet your pointed collar is clean and sightly, And, then, your hose that sit so tightly! Your linen so fine, with the hat and feather, Make a show of smartness altogether!(To Sergeant.)
That fortune should upon younkers shine — While nothing in your way comes, or mine.SERGEANT But then we're the Friedlander's regiment And, thus, may honor and homage claim.FIRST YAGER For us, now, that's no great compliment, We, also, bear the Friedlander's name.SERGEANT True – you form part of the general mass.FIRST YAGER And you, I suppose, are a separate class! The difference lies in the coats we wear, And I have no wish to change with you there.SERGEANT Sir Yager, I can't but with pity melt, When I think how much among boors you've dwelt. The clever knack and the proper tone, Are caught by the general's side alone.FIRST YAGER Then the lesson is wofully thrown away, — How he hawks and spits, indeed, I may say You've copied and caught in the cleverest way; But his spirit, his genius – oh, these I ween, On your guard parade are but seldom seen.SECOND YAGER Why, zounds! ask for us wherever you will, Friedland's wild hunt is our title still! Never shaming the name, all undaunted we go Alike through the field of a friend, or a foe; Through the rising stalk, or the yellow corn, Well know they the blast of Holk's Yager horn. In the flash of an eye, we are far or near, Swift as the deluge, or there or here — As at midnight dark, when the flames outbreak In the silent dwelling where none awake; Vain is the hope in weapons or flight, Nor order nor discipline thwart its might. Then struggles the maid in our sinewy arms, But war hath no pity, and scorns alarms. Go, ask – I speak not with boastful tongue — In Bareuth, Westphalia, Voigtland, where'er Our troops have traversed – go, ask them there — Children and children's children long, When hundreds and hundreds of years are o'er, Of Holk will tell and his Yager corps.SERGEANT Why, hark! Must a soldier then be made By driving this riotous, roaring trade! 'Tis drilling that makes him, skill and sense — Perception – thought – intelligence.FIRST YAGER 'Tis liberty makes him! Here's a fuss! That I should such twaddle as this discuss. Was it for this that I left the school? That the scribbling desk, and the slavish rule, And the narrow walls, that our spirits cramp, Should be met with again in the midst of the camp? No! Idle and heedless, I'll take my way, Hunting for novelty every day; Trust to the moment with dauntless mind, And give not a glance or before or behind. For this to the emperor I sold my hide, That no other care I might have to bide. Through the foe's fierce firing bid me ride, Through fathomless Rhine, in his roaring flow, Where ev'ry third man to the devil may go, At no bar will you find me boggling there; But, farther than this, 'tis my special prayer, That I may not be bothered with aught like care.SERGEANT If this be your wish, you needn't lack it, 'Tis granted to all with the soldier's jacket.FIRST YAGER What a fuss and a bother, forsooth, was made By that man-tormentor, Gustavus, the Swede, Whose camp was a church, where prayers were said At morning reveille and evening tattoo; And, whenever it chanced that we frisky grew, A sermon himself from the saddle he'd read.SERGEANT Ay, that was a man with the fear of God.FIRST YAGER Girls he detested; and what's rather odd, If caught with a wench you in wedlock were tacked, — I could stand it no longer, so off I packed.SERGEANT Their discipline now has a trifle slacked.FIRST YAGER Well, next to the League I rode over; their men Were mustering in haste against Magdeburg then. Ha! that was another guess sort of a thing! In frolic and fun we'd a glorious swing; With gaming, and drinking, and girls at call, I'faith, sirs, our sport was by no means small. For Tilly knew how to command, that's plain; He held himself in but gave us the rein; And, long as he hadn't the bother of paying, "Live and let live!" was the general's saying. But fortune soon gave him the slip; and ne'er Since the day of that villanous Leipzig affair Would aught go aright. 'Twas of little avail That we tried, for our plans were sure to fail. If now we drew nigh and rapped at the door, No greeting awaited, 'twas opened no more; From place to place we went sneaking about, And found that their stock of respect was out; Then touched I the Saxon bounty, and thought Their service with fortune must needs be fraught.SERGEANT You joined them then just in the nick to share Bohemia's plunder?FIRST YAGER I'd small luck there. Strict discipline sternly ruled the day, Nor dared we a foeman's force display; They set us to guard the imperial forts, And plagued us all with the farce of the courts. War they waged as a jest 'twere thought — And but half a heart to the business brought, They would break with none; and thus 'twas plain Small honor among them could a soldier gain. So heartily sick in the end grew I That my mind was the desk again to try; When suddenly, rattling near and far, The Friedlander's drum was heard to war.SERGEANT And how long here may you mean to stay?FIRST YAGER You jest, man. So long as he bears the sway, By my soul! not a thought of change have I; Where better than here could the soldier lie? Here the true fashion of war is found, And the cut of power's on all things round; While the spirit whereby the movement's given Mightily stirs, like the winds of heaven, The meanest trooper in all the throng. With a hearty step shall I tramp along On a burgher's neck as undaunted tread As our general does on the prince's head. As 'twas in the times of old 'tis now, The sword is the sceptre, and all must bow. One crime alone can I understand, And that's to oppose the word of command. What's not forbidden to do make bold, And none will ask you what creed you hold. Of just two things in this world I wot, What belongs to the army and what does not, To the banner alone is my service brought.SERGEANT Thus, Yager, I like thee – thou speakest, I vow, With the tone of a Friedland trooper now.FIRST YAGER 'Tis not as an office he holds command, Or a power received from the emperor's hand; For the emperor's service what should he care, What better for him does the emperor fare? With the mighty power he wields at will, Has ever he sheltered the land from ill? No; a soldier-kingdom he seeks to raise, And for this would set the world in a blaze, Daring to risk and to compass all —TRUMPETER Hush – who shall such words as these let fall?FIRST YAGER Whatever I think may be said by me, For the general tells us the word is free.SERGEANT True – that he said so I fully agree, I was standing by. "The word is free — The deed is dumb – obedience blind!" His very words I can call to mind.FIRST YAGER I know not if these were his words or no, But he said the thing, and 'tis even so.SECOND YAGER Victory ne'er will his flag forsake, Though she's apt from others a turn to take: Old Tilly outlived his fame's decline, But under the banner of Wallenstein, There am I certain that victory's mine! Fortune is spell-bound to him, and must yield; Whoe'er under Friedland shall take the field Is sure of a supernatural shield: For, as all the world is aware full well, The duke has a devil in hire from hell.SERGEANT In truth that he's charmed is past a doubt, For we know how, at Luetzen's bloody affair, Where firing was thickest he still was there, As coolly as might be, sirs, riding about. The hat on his head was shot thro' and thro', In coat and boots the bullets that flew Left traces full clear to all men's view; But none got so far as to scratch off his skin, For the ointment of hell was too well rubbed in.FIRST YAGER What wonders so strange can you all see there? An elk-skin jacket he happens to wear, And through it the bullets can make no way.SERGEANT 'Tis an ointment of witches' herbs, I say, Kneaded and cooked by unholy spell.TRUMPETER No doubt 'tis the work of the powers of hell.SERGEANT That he reads in the stars we also hear, Where the future he sees – distant or near — But I know better the truth of the case A little gray man, at the dead of night, Through bolted doors to him will pace — The sentinels oft have hailed the sight, And something great was sure to be nigh, When this little gray-coat had glided by.FIRST YAGER Ay, ay, he's sold himself to the devil, Wherefore, my lads, let's feast and revel.SCENE VII
The above – Recruit, Citizen, Dragoon.
(The Recruit advances from the tent, wearing a tin cap on his head, and carrying a wine-flask.)
RECRUIT To father and uncle pray make my bow, And bid 'em good-by – I'm a soldier now.FIRST YAGER See, yonder they're bringing us something new,CITIZEN Oh, Franz, remember, this day you'll rue.RECRUIT (sings) The drum and the fife, War's rattling throng, And a wandering life The world along! Swift steed – and a hand To curb and command — With a blade by the side, We're off far and wide. As jolly and free, As the finch in its glee, On thicket or tree, Under heaven's wide hollow — Hurrah! for the Friedlander's banner I'll follow!SECOND YAGER Foregad! a jolly companion, though.[They salute him.
CITIZEN He comes of good kin; now pray let him go.FIRST YAGER And we wern't found in the streets you must know.CITIZEN I tell you his wealth is a plentiful stock; Just feel the fine stuff that he wears for a frock.TRUMPETER The emperor's coat is the best he can wear.CITIZEN To a cap manufactory he is the heir.SECOND YAGER The will of a man is his fortune alone.CITIZEN His grandmother's shop will soon be his own.FIRST YAGER Pish! traffic in matches! who would do't?CITIZEN A wine-shop his grandfather leaves, to boot, A cellar with twenty casks of wine.TRUMPETER These with his comrades he'll surely share.SECOND YAGER Hark ye, lad – be a camp-brother of mine.CITIZEN A bride he leaves sitting, in tears, apart.FIRST YAGER Good – that now's a proof of an iron heart.CITIZEN His grandmother's sure to die with sorrow.SECOND YAGER The better – for then he'll inherit to-morrow.SERGEANT (advances gravely, and lays his hand on the Recruit's tin cap) The matter no doubt you have duly weighed, And here a new man of yourself have made; With hanger and helm, sir, you now belong To a nobler and more distinguished throng. Thus, a loftier spirit 'twere well to uphold —FIRST YAGER And, specially, never be sparing of gold.SERGEANT In Fortune's ship, with an onward gale, My friend, you have made up your mind to sail. The earth-ball is open before you – yet there Naught's to be gained, but by those who dare. Stupid and sluggish your citizen's found, Like a dyer's dull jade, in his ceaseless round, While the soldier can be whatever he will, For war o'er the earth is the watchword still. Just look now at me, and the coat I wear, You see that the emperor's baton I bear — And all good government, over the earth, You must know from the baton alone has birth; For the sceptre that's swayed by the kingly hand Is naught but a baton, we understand. And he who has corporal's rank obtained, Stands on the ladder where all's to be gained, And you, like another, may mount to that height —FIRST YAGER Provided you can but read and write.SERGEANT Now, hark to an instance of this from me, And one, which I've lived myself to see There's Butler, the chief of dragoons, why he, Whose rank was not higher a whit than mine, Some thirty years since, at Cologne on Rhine, Is a major-general now – because He put himself forward and gained applause; Filling the world with his martial fame, While slept my merits without a name. And even the Friedlander's self – I've heard — Our general and all-commanding lord, Who now can do what he will at a word, Had at first but a private squire's degree; In the goddess of war yet trusting free, He reared the greatness which now you see, And, after the emperor, next is he. Who knows what more he may mean or get?(Slyly.)
For all-day's evening isn't come yet.FIRST YAGER He was little at first, though now so great — For at Altorf, in student's gown he played By your leave, the part of a roaring blade, And rattled away at a queerish rate. His fag he had well nigh killed by a blow, And their Nur'mburg worships swore he should go To jail for his pains – if he liked it or no. 'Twas a new-built nest to be christened by him Who first should be lodged. Well, what was his whim? Why, he sent his dog forward to lead the way, And they call the jail from the dog to this day. That was the game a brave fellow should play, And of all the great deeds of the general, none E'er tickled my fancy, like this one.[During this speech, the second Yager has begun toying with the girl who has been in waiting.]