Chief of your Army, as of my own; and I now order you!'--taking out
his Patent, and spreading it before Broglio with the sign-manual
visible, Broglio knew the Patent very well; but answered, 'That he
could not, for all that, follow the wish of his Imperial Majesty;
that he, Broglio, had later orders, and must obey them!' Upon which
the Imperial Majesty, nature irrepressibly asserting itself,
towered into Olympian height; flung his Patent on the table,
telling Conti and Broglio, 'You can send that back, then;
Patents like that are of no service to me!' and quitted them in a
blaze." [Adelung, iii. B, 150; cites ETTAT POLITIQUE (Annual
Register of those times), xiii. 16. Nothing of this scene in
Campagnes, which is officially careful to
suppress the like of this.]

The indisputable fact is, Prince Karl is at the door; nay he has
beaten in the door in a frightful manner; and has Braunau, key of
the Inn, again under siege. Not we getting Passau; it is he getting
Braunau! A week ago (9th May) his vanguard, on the sudden, cut to
pieces our poor Bavarian 8,000, and their poor Minuzzi, who were
covering Braunau, and has ended him and them;--Minuzzi himself
prisoner, not to be heard of or beaten more;--and is battering
Braunau ever since. That is the sad fact, whatever the theory may
have been. Prince Karl is rolling in from the east; Lobkowitz (Prag
now ended) is advancing from the northward, Khevenhuller from the
Salzburg southern quarter: Is it in a sprinkle of disconnected
fractions that you will wait Prince Karl? The question of uniting,
and advancing, ought to be a simple one for Broglio. Take this
other symbolic passage, of nearly the same date;--posterior, as we
guessed, to that Interview at Wolnzach.