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Act IVScene I
Scene I
A Street
Jetter, Carpenter
Jetter. Hist! neighbour, - a word!
Carpenter. Go your way and be quite.
Jetter. Only one word. Is there nothing new?
Carpenter. Nothing, except that we are anew forbidden to speak.
Jetter. How?
Carpenter. Step here, close to this house. Take heed! Immediately on his
arrival, the Duke of Alva published a decree, by which two or three, found
conversing together in the streets, are without trial, declared guilty of high
treason.
Jetter. Alas!
Carpenter. To speak of state affairs is prohibited on pain of perpetual
imprisonment.
Jetter. Alas for our liberty!
Carpenter. And no one, on pain of death, shall censure the measures of
government.
Jetter. Alas, for our heads!
Carpenter. And fathers, mothers, children, kindred, friends, and
servants, are invited, by the promise of large rewards, to disclose what
passes in the privacy of our homes, before an expressly appointed tribunal.
Jetter. Let us go home.
Carpenter. And the obedient are promised that they shall suffer no
injury, either in person or estate.
Jetter. How gracious! - I felt ill at ease the moment the duke entered
the town. Since then, it has seemed to me, as though the heavens were covered
with black crape, which hangs so low, that one must stoop down to avoid
knocking one`s head against it.
Carpenter. And how do you like his soldiers? They are a different sort of
crabs from those we have been used to.
Jetter. Faugh! It gives one the cramp at one`s heart to see such a troop
march down the street. As straight as tapers, with fixed look, only one step,
however many there may be; and when they stand sentinel, and you pass one of
them, it seems as though he would look you through and through; and he looks
so stiff and morose, that you fancy you see a task-master at every corner.
They offend my sight. Our militia were merry fellows; they took liberties,
stood their legs astride, their hats over their ears, they lived and let live;
these fellows are like machines with a devil inside them.
Carpenter. Were such an one to cry, "Halt!" and to level his musket,
think you one would stand?
Jetter. I should fall dead upon the spot.
Carpenter. Let us go home!
Jetter. No good can come of it. Farewell.
Enter Soest
Soest. Friends! Neighbours!
Carpenter. Hush! Let us go.
Soest. Have you heard?
Jetter. Only too much!
Soest. The Regent is gone.
Jetter. Then Heaven help us.
Carpenter. She was some stay to us.
Soest. Her departure was sudden and secret. She could not agree with the
duke; she has sent word to the nobles that she intends to return. No one
believes it, however.
Carpenter. God pardon the nobles for letting this new yoke be laid upon
our necks. They might have prevented it. Our privileges are gone.
Jetter. For Heaven`s sake not a word about privileges. I already scent an
execution; the sun will not come forth; the fogs are rank.
Soest. Orange, too, is gone.
Carpenter. Then are we quite deserted!
Soest. Count Egmont is still here.
Jetter. God be thanked! Strengthen him, all ye saints, to do his utmost;
he is the only one who can help us.
Enter Vansen
Vansen. Have I at length found a few brave citizens who have not crept
out of sight?
Jetter. Do us the favour to pass on.
Vansen. You are not civil.
Jetter. This is no time for compliments. Does your back itch again? are
your wounds already healed?
Vansen. Ask a soldier about his wounds? Had I cared for blows, nothing
good would have come of me.
Jetter. Matters may grow more serious.
Vansen. You feel from the gathering storm a pitiful weakness in your
limbs, it seems.
Carpenter. Your limbs will soon be in motion elsewhere, if you do not
keep quiet.
Vansen. Poor mice! The master of the house procures a new cat, and ye are
straight in despair! The difference is very trifling; we shall get on as we
did before, only be quiet.
Carpenter. You are an insolent knave.
Vansen. Gossip! Let the duke alone. The old cat looks as though he had
swallowed devils, instead of mice, and could not now digest them. Let him
alone, I say; he must eat, drink, and sleep, like other men. I am not afraid
if we only watch our opportunity. At first he makes quick work of it; by-and
-by, however, he too will find that it is pleasanter to live in the larder,
among flitches of bacon, and to rest by night, than to entrap a few solitary
mice in the granary. Go to! I know the stadtholders.
Carpenter. What such a fellow can say with impunity! Had I said such a
thing, I should not hold myself safe a moment.
Vansen. Do not make yourselves uneasy! God in heaven does not trouble
himself about you, poor worms, much less the Regent.
Jetter. Slanderer!
Vansen. I know some for whom it would be better if, instead of their own
high spirits, they had a little tailor`s blood in their veins.
Carpenter. What mean you by that?
Vansen. Hum! I mean the count.
Jetter. Egmont! What has he to fear?
Vansen. I`m a poor devil, and could live a whole year round on what he
loses in a single night; yet he would do well to give me his revenue for a
twelvemonth, to have my head upon his shoulders for one quarter of an hour.
Jetter. You think yourself very clever; yet there is more sense in the
hairs of Egmont`s head, than in your brains.
Vansen. Perhaps so! Not more shrewdness, however. These gentry are the
most apt to deceive themselves. He should be more chary of his confidence.
Jetter. How his tongue wags! Such a gentleman!
Vansen. Just because he is not a tailor.
Jetter. You audacious scoundrel!
Vansen. I only wish he had your courage in his limbs for an hour to make
him uneasy, and plague and torment him, till he were compelled to leave the
town.
Jetter. What nonsense you talk; why he`s as safe as a star in heaven.
Vansen. Have you ever seen one snuff itself out? Off it went!
Carpenter. Who would dare to meddle with him?
Vansen. Will you interfere to prevent it? Will you stir up an
insurrection if he is arrested?
Jetter. Ah!
Vansen. Will you risk your ribs for his sake?
Soest. Eh!
Vansen (mimicking them). Eh! Oh! Ah! Run through the alphabet in your
wonderment. So it is, and so it will remain. Heaven help him!
Jetter. Confound you impudence. Can such a noble, upright man have
anything to fear?
Vansen. In this world the rogue has everywhere the advantage. At the bar,
he makes a fool of the judge; on the bench, he takes pleasure in convicting
the accused. I have had to copy out a protocol, where the commissary was
handsomely rewarded by the court, both with praise and money, because through
his cross-examination, an honest devil, against whom they had a grudge, was
made out to be a rogue.
Carpenter. Why, that again is a downright lie. What can they want to get
out of a man if he is innocent?
Vansen. Oh, you blockhead! When nothing can be worked out of a man by
cross-examination, they work it into him. Honesty is rash and withal
somewhat presumptuous; at first they question quietly enough, and the
prisoner, proud of his innocence, as they call it, comes out with much that a
sensible man would keep back! then, from these answers the inquisitor proceeds
to put new questions, and is on the watch for the slightest contradiction;
there he fastens his line; and, let the poor devil lose his self-possession,
say too much here, or too little there, or, Heaven knows from what whim or
other, let him withhold some trifling circumstance, or at any moment give way
to fear - then we`re on the right track, and, I assure you, no beggar-woman
seeks for rags among the rubbish with more care than such a fabricator of
rogues, from trifling, crooked, disjointed, misplaced, misprinted, and
concealed facts and information, acknowledged or denied, endeavours at length
to patch up a scarecrow, by means of which he may at least hang his victim in
effigy; and the poor devil may thank Heaven if he is in a condition to see
himself hanged.
Jetter. He has a ready tongue of his own.
Carpenter. This may serve well enough with flies. Wasps laugh at your
cunning web.
Vansen. According to the kind of spider. The tall duke, now, has just the
look of your garden spider; not the large-bellied kind, they are less
dangerous; but your long-footed, meagre-bodied gentleman, that does not
fatten on his diet, and whose threads are slender indeed, but not the less
tenacious.
Jetter. Egmont is knight of the Golden Fleece, who dare lay hands on him?
He can be tried only by his peers, by the assembled knights of his order. Your
own foul tongue and evil conscience betray you into this nonsense.
Vansen. Think you that I wish him ill? I would you were in the right. He
is an excellent gentleman. He once let off, with a sound drubbing, some good
friends of mine, who would else have been hanged. Now take yourselves off!
begone, I advise you! Yonder I see the patrol again commencing their round.
They do not look as if they would be willing to fraternize with us over a
glass. We must wait, and bide our time. I have a couple of nieces and a gossip
of a tapster; if after enjoying themselves in their company, they are not
tamed, they are regular wolves.
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