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THE PICCOLOMINI, OR THE
WALLENSTEIN. (starts up in violent agitation.)
Shew me a way out of this stifling crowd,
Ye Powers of Aidance! Shew me such a way
As I am capable of going.—I
Am no tongue-hero, no fine virtue-prattler;
I can not warm by thinking; cannot say
To the good luck that turns her back upon me,
Magnanimously: "Go! I need thee not."
Cease I to work, I am annihilated.
Dangers nor sacrifices will I shun,
If so I may avoid the last extreme;
But ere I sink down into nothingness,
Leave off so little, who begun so great,
Ere that the world confuses me with those
Poor wretches, whom a day creates and crumbles,
This age and [1]after-ages speak my name
With hate and dread; and Friedland be redemption
For each accursed deed!

COUNTESS.
What is there here, then,
So against nature? Help me to perceive it!
O let not Superstition's nightly goblins
Subdue thy clear bright spirit! Art thou bid
To murder?—with abhorr'd accursed poinard,

  1. Could I have hazarded such a Germanism, as the use of the word after-world, for posterity.—"Es spreche Welt und Nachwelt meinen Nahmen"—might have been rendered with more literal fidelity:—Let world and after-world speak out my name, &c.

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