Win the estates, Max, and win the lady.

Many a man with half your capacity has climbed to the pinnacle of fame and fortune, though starting with none of your prestige.

Why do you, born a mountain lion, stay mewed up in this castle like a purring cat in your mother's lap?
For shame, Max, to waste your life when love, fortune, and fame beckon you beyond these dreary hills and call to you in tones that should arouse ambition in the dullest breast." "Duke Charles has already insulted us," he replied.
"But his daughter has not," I answered quickly.
"That is true," returned Max, with a sigh, "but the Duke of Burgundy would turn me from his gates." "Perhaps he would," I replied, "if you should knock and demand surrender to Maximilian, Count of Hapsburg.

Take another name; be for a time a soldier of fortune.

Bury the Count of Hapsburg for a year or two; be plain Sir Max Anybody.