WALLENSTEIN.
89
BUTLER.
'Twas pity tho'! A youth of such heroic
And gentle temp'rament! The Duke himself,
'Twas easily seen, how near it went to his heart.
'Twas pity tho'! A youth of such heroic
And gentle temp'rament! The Duke himself,
'Twas easily seen, how near it went to his heart.
ILLO.
Hark'e, old friend! That is the very point
That never pleas'd me in our General—
He ever gave the preference to the Italians.
Yea, at this very moment, by my soul!
He'd gladly see us all dead ten times over,
Could he thereby recal his friend to life.
Hark'e, old friend! That is the very point
That never pleas'd me in our General—
He ever gave the preference to the Italians.
Yea, at this very moment, by my soul!
He'd gladly see us all dead ten times over,
Could he thereby recal his friend to life.
TERTSKY.
Hush, hush! Let the dead rest! This evening's business
Is, who can fairly drink the other down—
Your regiment, Illo! gives the entertainment.
Come! we will keep a merry carnival—
The night for once be day, and mid full glasses
Will we expect the Swedish Avantgarde.
Hush, hush! Let the dead rest! This evening's business
Is, who can fairly drink the other down—
Your regiment, Illo! gives the entertainment.
Come! we will keep a merry carnival—
The night for once be day, and mid full glasses
Will we expect the Swedish Avantgarde.
ILLO.
Yes, let us be of good chear for to-day,
For there's hot work before us, friends! This sword
Shall have no rest, till it be bath'd to the hilt
In Austrian blood.
Yes, let us be of good chear for to-day,
For there's hot work before us, friends! This sword
Shall have no rest, till it be bath'd to the hilt
In Austrian blood.
GORDON.
Shame, shame! what talk is this,
My Lord Field Marshal? Wherefore foam you so
Against your Emperor?
Shame, shame! what talk is this,
My Lord Field Marshal? Wherefore foam you so
Against your Emperor?
BUTLER.
Hope not too much
From this first victory. Bethink you, sirs!
Hope not too much
From this first victory. Bethink you, sirs!
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