WALLENSTEIN.
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WALLENSTEIN.
Throughout the streets of Paris.
Throughout the streets of Paris.
COUNTESS.
And to thee
The voice within thy soul bodes nothing?
And to thee
The voice within thy soul bodes nothing?
WALLENSTEIN.
Nothing.
Be wholly tranquil.
Nothing.
Be wholly tranquil.
COUNTESS.
And another time
I hasten'd after thee, and thou ran'st from me
Thro' a long suite, thro' many a spacious hall.
There seem'd no end of it—door creek'd and clapp'd;
I follow'd panting, but could not o'ertake thee;
When on a sudden did I feel myself
Grasp'd from behind—the hand was cold, that grasp'd me—
'Twas thou, and thou did'st kiss me, and there seem'd
A crimson covering to envelope us.
And another time
I hasten'd after thee, and thou ran'st from me
Thro' a long suite, thro' many a spacious hall.
There seem'd no end of it—door creek'd and clapp'd;
I follow'd panting, but could not o'ertake thee;
When on a sudden did I feel myself
Grasp'd from behind—the hand was cold, that grasp'd me—
'Twas thou, and thou did'st kiss me, and there seem'd
A crimson covering to envelope us.
WALLENSTEIN.
That is the crimson tap'stry of my chamber.
That is the crimson tap'stry of my chamber.
COUNTESS. (gazing on him.)
If it should come to that—if I should see thee,
Who standest now before me in the fullness
Of life—
(she falls on his breast and weeps.)
If it should come to that—if I should see thee,
Who standest now before me in the fullness
Of life—
(she falls on his breast and weeps.)
WALLENSTEIN.
The Emperor's proclamation weighs upon thee—
Alphabets wound not—and he finds no hands.
The Emperor's proclamation weighs upon thee—
Alphabets wound not—and he finds no hands.
COUN-
