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O my soul
Of the Citadel. 'Tis midnight. Leave me, sister !
Coun. O 'tis so hard to me this night to leave theeA boding fear possesses me ! Wal.
Fear? Wherefore ? Coun. Shouldst thou depart this night, and we at
waking Never more find thee ! Wal.
Fancies ! Coun. Has long been weigh'd down by these dark forebodings. And if I combat and repel them waking, They still rush down upon my heart in dreams. I saw thee yesternight with thy first wife Sit at a banquet, gorgeously attir'd.
Wal. This was a dream of favourable omen,
Coun. To-day I dreamt that I was seeking thee
Thy soul is busy with these thoughts. Coun. What dost thou not believe, that oft in dreams A voice of warning speaks prophetic to us ?
Wal. There is no doubt that there exist such voices. Yet I would not call them Voices of warning that announce to us Only the inevitable. As the sun, Ere it is risen, sometimes paints its image In the atmosphere, so often do the spirits Of great events stride on before the events ; And in to-day already walks to-morrow. That which we read of the fourth Henry's death,
Did ever vex aud haunt me like a tale
And to thee
And another time
'Twas thou, and thou did'st kiss me, and there seemd A crimson covering to envelope us.
Wal. That is the crimson tap'stry of my chamber.
I should see thee,
(She falls on his breast and weeps.) Wal. The Emperor's proclamation weighs upon theeAlphabets wound not-and he finds no hands.
Coun. If he should find them, my resolve is takenI bear about me my support and refuge.
Wal. All quiet in the town?
The town is quiet. Wal. I hear a boisterous music! and the Castle Is lighted up. Who are the revellers ?
Gor. There is a banquet given at the Castle To the Count Tertsky, and Field Marshal Illo.
Wal. In honour of the victory.-This tribe Can show their joy in nothing else but feasting.
(Rings. The Groom of the Chamber enters.) Unrobe me. I will lay me down to sleep.
(Wallenstein takes the keys from Gordon.)
(Fixing his eye on Gordon.) Was ne'er a hypocrite's mask.
(The Groom of the Chamber takes off his mantle,
collar, and scarf.) Wal.
Take care-what is that? Gro. of the Cham. The golden chain is snapp'd in two. Wal. Well, it has lasted long enough. Here-give it.
(He takes and looks at the chain.) 'Twas the first present of the Emperor. He hung it round me in the war of Friule,
He being then Archduke ; and I have worn it
(Groom of the Chamber retires with the vestments.
Wallenstein rises, takes a stride across the room,
My Prince !
Art thou already
In harbour then, old man? Well! I am not.
(He moves with long strides across the saloon, and
remains on the opposite side, over against Gor
Gor. And yet remember I the good old proverb,
Wal. (smiling) I hear the very Gordon that of old Was wont to preach to me, now once more preaching;