Did that Gustavus pour, and at Vienna
In his own palace did the Emperor tremble. 
Soldiers were scarce, for still the multitude
Follow the luck:  all eyes were turn’d on me,
Their helper in distress:  the Emperor’s pride
Bow’d itself down before the man he had injured. 
’Twas I must rise, and with creative word
Assemble forces in the desolate camps. 
I did it.  Like a god of war, my name
Went through the world.  The drum was beat; and, lo,
The plough, the workshop is forsaken, all
Swarm to the old familiar long-loved banners;
And as the wood-choir rich in melody
Assemble quick around the bird of wonder,
When first his throat swells with his magic song,
So did the warlike youth of Germany
Crowd in around the image of my eagle. 
I feel myself the being that I was. 
It is the soul that builds itself a body,
And Friedland’s camp will not remain unfill’d. 
Lead then your thousands out to meet me—­true! 
They are accustom’d under me to conquer,
But not against me.  If the head and limbs
Separate from each other, ’twill be soon
Made manifest in which the soul abode.

     (ILLO and TERZKY enter)

Courage, friends! courage! we are still unvanquish’d! 
I feel my footing firm; five regiments, Terzky,
Are still our own, and Butler’s gallant troops;
And an host of sixteen thousand Swedes to-morrow. 
I was not stronger when, nine years ago,
I marched forth, with glad heart and high of hope,
To conquer Germany for the Emperor.

SCENE XIV

WALLENSTEIN, ILLO, TERZKY

(To them enter NEUMANN, who leads TERZKY aside and talks with him.)

TERZKY.

What do they want?

WALLENSTEIN.

         What now!

TERZKY.

Ten Cuirassiers
From Pappenheim request leave to address you
In the name of the regiment.

WALLENSTEIN (hastily to NEUMANN).

Let them enter.

[Exit NEUMANN.]

This
May end in something.  Mark you.  They are still
Doubtful, and may be won.

SCENE XV

WALLENSTEIN, TERZBY, ILLO, ten Cuirassiers (led by an ANSPESSADE,[27] march up and arrange themselves, after the word of command, in one front before the Duke, and make their obeisance.  He takes his hat off and immediately covers himself again).

ANSPESS.

Halt!  Front!  Present!

WALLENSTEIN (after he has run through them with his eye, to the ANSPESSADE).

I know thee well.  Thou art out of Brueggen in Flanders. 
Thy name is Mercy.

ANSPESS.

Henry Mercy.

WALLENST.

Thou wert cut off on the march, surrounded by the Hessians, and didst fight thy way with an hundred and eighty men through their thousand.