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THE DEATH OF
ACT V.
Scene, a Saloon, terminated by a gallery which extends far into the back-ground.
SCENE I.
Wallenstein. (sitting at a table.)
The Swedish Captain. (standing before him.)
WALLENSTEIN.
Commend me to your lord. I sympathize
In his good fortune; and if you have seen me
Deficient in the expressions of that joy,
Which such a victory might well demand,
Attribute it to no lack of good will,
For henceforth are our fortunes one. Farewell,
And for your trouble take my thanks. To-morrow
The citadel shall be surrender'd to you
On your arrival.
Commend me to your lord. I sympathize
In his good fortune; and if you have seen me
Deficient in the expressions of that joy,
Which such a victory might well demand,
Attribute it to no lack of good will,
For henceforth are our fortunes one. Farewell,
And for your trouble take my thanks. To-morrow
The citadel shall be surrender'd to you
On your arrival.
[The Swedish Captain retires. Wallenstein sits lost in thought, his eyes fix'd vacantly, and his head sustain'd by his hand. The Countess Tertsky enters, stands before him awhile, unobserved by him; at length he starts, sees her, and recollects himself.]
WAL-
