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On me thou'rt planted, I am thy Emperor;
But we are innocent: how have we fallen
To whom have we been faithless? Wherefore must Thy honor, this a law of nature to thee!
The evil deeds and guilt reciprocal
Of our two fathers twine like serpents round us?
Why must our fathers'
Unconquerable hate rend us asunder
Who love each other?
Max., remain with me.
And if the planet, on the which thou livest
It is not in thy choice, whether or no
Thou 'lt follow it, Unfelt it whirls thee onward
With little guilt stepp'st thou into this contest,
Go you not from me, Max.! Hark! I will tell thee-For that thou held'st thy friend more worth to thee
How when at Prague, our winter-quarters, thou
Wert brought into my tent a tender boy,
Thy hand was frozen to the heavy colors;
At that time did I take thee in my arms,
Our child and inmate.* Max.!, Thou canst not leave
It can not be; I may not, will not think
Than names and influences more removed.
Of gold; with his ram's fleece will he reward thee; They scale the council-house, the roof's uncover'd: For that the friend, the father of thy youth,
For that the holiest feeling of humanity,
Was nothing worth to thee.
They level at this house the cannon—
his is a poor and inadequate translation of the affectionate sip city of the original
Sie alle waren Fremdlinge, Du warst
Das Kind des Hauses.
DUCHESS AND COUNTESS.
Not a step!
MAX (to WALLENSTEIN).
Let me go to them!
MAX. (pointing to THEKLA and the DUCHESS).
What tidings bring'st thou, Tertsky
But their life! Thine!
To these TERTSKY (returning).
Indeed the whole speech is in the best style of Massinger. O Message and greeting from our faithful regiments
si ac omnia!
Their ardor may no longer be curb'd in.
Do it not;
Nor yet! This rash and bloody deed has thrown them
Away! too long already have I loiter'd.
What? shall this town become a field of slaughter, They are embolden'd to these outrages,
And brother-killing Discord, fire-eyed,
Be let loose through its streets to roam and rage?
To deaf remorseless Rage, that hears no leader?
[Turns to MAX.
Well, how is it with thee?
Wilt thou attempt a heat with me. Away!
I need not be ashamed of my opponent,
And never hadst thou fairer opportunity
Is it then,
Can it have come to this?What! Cousin, cousin!
The regiments that are trusted to my care
I have pledged my troth to bring away from Pilsen
Beholding not my face. They shall behold
Are they not my troops? Am I not their General,
[Exit WALLENSTEIN: ILLO, TERTSKY, and BUTLER
COUNTESS, DUCHESS, MAX. and THEKLA.
Hope! I have none!
[Two reports of cannon. ILLO and TERTSKY hurry Must see all whom I love in this sore anguish, to the window.
Whom I with one word can make happy-O!
On my own heart. My mind moves to and fro-
What! you know not?
Of infamy, a common form of cursing
Where is that voice of truth which I dare follow!
It speaks no longer in my heart. We all
O that an angel would descend from Heaven,
Speak what thou feelest.
To thine own self, thou art faithful too to me:
The houses Piccolomini and Friedland;
But we belong not to our houses-Go!
Quick! quick! and separate thy righteous cause
Think nothing, Thekla! The curse of Heaven lies upon our head:
Think upon your father.
I did not question thee, as Friedland's daughter.
Be to be won or not-that might'st thou think on.
Who will all follow me; shall I forswear
Has left its cannon, and is on its flight,
It lives, a spirit passes into it,
The avenging furies seize possession of it,
MAX. (interrupting her).
"Twas all in vain.
They shouted Vivat!
To the Emperor
Think what the Duke has done for me, how loved me,
O likewise the free lovely impulses
Of hospitality, the pious friend's
Faithful attachment, these too are a holy
The shudderings of nature do avenge
Themselves on the barbarian that insults them.
O, thy own Hath long ago decided. Follow thou Thy heart's first feeling
Nay! he was not once permitted Even to address them. Soon as he began, With deafening noise of warlike instruments They drown'd his words. But here he comes.
To these enter WALLENSTEIN, accompanied by ILLO and BUTLER.
WALLENSTEIN (as he enters).
Oh! ill-fated woman! My General?
Is it possible, that that can be the right,
You give me hope; you would not Suffer me wholly to despair. No! no! Mine is a certain misery-Thanks to Heaven That offers me a means of ending it.
[The military music begins again. The stage fills
And you here, Colonel Butler-and will you
The guardian of his life, its shield, its watchman.
He is attainted, and his princely head
irresolute, and in apparent anguish. In the mean time the stage fills more and more; and the horns sound from below louder and louder, and each time after a shorter interval.
Blow, blow! O were it but the Swedish trumpets,
[The stage is entirely filled with armed men Yet more! weight upon weight to drag me down! Think what ye're doing. It is not well done To choose a man despairing for your leader; You tear me from my happiness. Well, then, dedicate your souls to vengeance. Mark! For your own ruin you have chosen me: Who goes with me, must be prepared to perish. [He turns to the back-ground, there ensues a sud den and violent movement among the Cuiras siers; they surround him, and carry him off in wild tumull. WALLENSTEIN remains immovable. THEKLA sinks into her mother's The curtain falls. The music becomes loud and overpowering, and passes into a complete war-march-the orchestra joins it-and continues during the interval between the second and third Acts.
ACT III. SCENE I.
SCENE-The BURGOMASTER'S House at Egra.
Here then he is, by his destiny conducted."
Thou hast forsworn the ancient colors,
[Casting suspicious looks on ILLO and BUTLER. You have received the letter which I sent you
Go-seek for traitors
In Galas', in your father's quarters. Here
By a post-courier?
Yes: and in obedience to it Open'd the strong-hold to him without scruple, For an imperial letter orders me To follow your commands implicitly. But yet forgive me; when even now I saw
A traitor to the Emperor-Such a noble!
Of such high talents! What is human greatness?
His might his greatness, and this obscure power
The clear and written law, the deep-trod foot-marks
To keep him in the road of faith and duty.
Was unexampled and unnatural.
It placed him on a level with his Emperor,
Till the proud soul unlearn'd submission. Woe is me;
Have ne'er experienced, cannot calculate,
Spare your laments Till he need sympathy; for at this present He is still mighty, and still formidable. The Swedes advance to Egra by forced marches, And quickly will the junction be accomplish'd. This must not be! The Duke must never leave This strong-hold on free footing; for I have Pledged life and honor here to hold him prisoner, And your assistance 'tis on which I calculate.
O that I had not lived to see this day!
Nay! let it not afflict you, that your power
Say, then, will you fulfil the attainder on him?
If he 've betray'd the Emperor, his master,
I have heard so
"Tis full thirty years since then.
His frame of mind was serious and severe
But was it where he fell two story high
From a window-ledge, on which he had fallen asleep
Doubtless more self-enwrapt and melancholy;