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It sends and proves to me one faithful heart.
Of the hypocrite no more! Think not, his loss
Was that which struck the pang: O no! his treason
Is that which strikes this pang! No more of him!
Dear to my heart, and honour'd were they both,
And the young man-yes—he did truly love me,
He-he-has not deceiv'd me. But enough,
Enough of this-Swift counsel now beseems us,
The courier, whom Count Kinsky sent from Prague,
I expect him every moment: and whatever
He may bring with him, we must take good care
To keep it from the mutineers. Quick, then !
Despatch some messenger you can rely on
To meet him, and conduct him to me.

(Illo is going.) But. (detaining him) My General, whom expect you

then ? Wal.

The courier
Who brings me word of the event at Prague.
But. (hesitating) Hem !

And what now ?

You do not know it?

Well ?
But. From what that larum in the camp arose ?
Wal. From what?

That courier
Wal. (with eager expectation)


Is already here.
Ter. and Illo. (at the same time) Already here?

My courier ?

For some hours.
Wal. And I not know it?

The centinels detain him
In custody.

Illo. (stamping with his foot) Damnation !

And his letter
Was broken open, and is circulated
Through the whole camp.

You know what it contains ?
But. Question me not !

Illo! alas for us!
Wal. Hide nothing from me, I can hear the worst.
Prague then is lost. It is. Confess it freely.
But. Yes! Prague is lost. And all the several regi-

At Budweiss, Tabor, Braunau, Konigingratz,
At Brun, and Znaym, have forsaken you,
And ta'en the oaths of fealty anew
To the Emperor. Yourself, with Kinsky, Tertsky,
And Illo have been sentenc'd.

(Tertsky and Illo express alarm and fury. Wal

lenstein remains firm and collected.) Wal.

'Tis decided !
'Tis well! I have receiv'd a sudden cure
From all the pangs of doubt: with steady stream
Once more my life-blood flows! My soul's secure!
In the night only Friedland's stars can beam.
Ling'ring, irresolute, with fitful fears
I drew the sword—'twas with an inward strife,
While yet the choice was mine. The murd'rous knife
Is lifted for my heart! Doubt disappears !
I fight now for my head and for my life.

[Exit Wallenstein, the others follow him.


Countess Tertsky (enters from a side room.)

Coun. I can endure no longer. No!

(looks around her)

Where are they?
No one is here. They leave me all alone,
Alone in this sore anguish of suspense.
And I must wear the outward show of calmness
Before my sister, and shut in within me
The pangs and agonies of my crowded bosom.
It is not to borne.- If all should fail;
If—if he must go over to the Swedes,
An empty-handed fugitive, and not
As an ally, a covenanted equal,
A proud commander with his army following;
If we must wander on from land to land,
Like the Count Palatine, of fallen greatness
An ignominious monument-But no!
That day I will not see! And could himself
Endure to sink so low, I would not bear
To see him so low sunken.

Scene XII.

Countess, Duchess, Thekla.

Thek. (endeavouring to hold back the Duchess) Dear

mother, do stay here!


No! Here is yet
Some frightful mystery that is hidden from me.
Why does my sister shun me? Don't I see her
Full of suspense and anguish roam about
From room to room ?-Art thou not full of terror ?
And what import these silent nods and gestures
Which stealthwise thou exchangest with her ?

Nothing ;
Nothing, dear mother!
Duch. (to the Countess)

Sister, I will know.
Coun. What boots it now to hide it from her? Sooner
Or later she must learn to hear and bear it.
'Tis not the time now to indulge infirmity ;
Courage beseems us now, a heart collect,
And exercise and previous discipline
Of fortitude. One word, and over with it!
Sister, you are deluded. You believe,
The Duke has been depos'd–The Duke is not
Depos’d-he is
Thek. (going to the Countess)

What? do you
wish to kill her ?
Coun. The Duke is.
Thek. (throwing her arms around her mother) O stand

firm! stand firm, my mother!
Coun. Revolted is the Duke, he is preparing
To join the enemy; the army leave him,
And all has fail'd.

(During these words the Duchess totters, and falls

in a fainting-fit into the arms of her daughter. While Thekla is calling for help, the curtain drops.)


Scene-a spacious room in the Duke of Friedland's


Scene I.

Wal. (in armour) Thou hast gained thy point, Octa

vio! Once more am I Almost as friendless as at Regensburg ; There I had nothing left me, but myself— But what one man can do, you have now experience. The twigs have you hew'd off, and here I stand A leafless trunk. But in the sap within Lives the creating power, and a new world May sprout forth from it. Once already have I Prov'd myself worth an army to you—I alone ! Before the Swedish strength your troops had melted; Beside the Lech sunk Tilly, your last hope; Into Bavaria, like a winter torrent, 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 injur'd. '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 thro' the world. The drum was beat-and, lo ! The plough, the work-shop is forsaken, all Swarm to the old familiar, long-lov'd banners;

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