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THE DEATH OF
The radiance of thy planet—O be warn'd!
Deliver not thyself up to these heathens
To wage a war against our holy church.
Deliver not thyself up to these heathens
To wage a war against our holy church.
WALLENSTEIN. (laughing gently.)
The oracle rails that way! Yes, yes! Now
I recollect. This junction with the Swedes
Did never please thee—lay thyself to sleep,
Baptista! Signs like these I do not fear.
The oracle rails that way! Yes, yes! Now
I recollect. This junction with the Swedes
Did never please thee—lay thyself to sleep,
Baptista! Signs like these I do not fear.
GORDON. (who during the whole of this dialogue has shewn marks of extreme agitation, and now turns to Wallenstein.)
My Duke and General! May I dare presume?
My Duke and General! May I dare presume?
WALLENSTEIN.
Speak freely.
Speak freely.
GORDON.
What? if 'twere no mere creation
Of fear, if God's high providence vouchsaf'd
To interpose its aid for your deliv'rance,
And made that mouth its organ.
What? if 'twere no mere creation
Of fear, if God's high providence vouchsaf'd
To interpose its aid for your deliv'rance,
And made that mouth its organ.
WALLENSTEIN.
Ye're both feverish!
How can mishap come to me from the Swedes?
They fought this junction with me—'tis their
interest.
Ye're both feverish!
How can mishap come to me from the Swedes?
They fought this junction with me—'tis their
interest.
GORDON. (with difficulty suppressing his emotion.)
But what if the arrival of these Swedes—
What if this were the very thing that wing'd
The ruin that is flying to your temples?
(flings himself at his feet.)
There is yet time, my Prince———
But what if the arrival of these Swedes—
What if this were the very thing that wing'd
The ruin that is flying to your temples?
(flings himself at his feet.)
There is yet time, my Prince———
SENI.
