WALLENSTEIN.
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SCENE VII.
Countess, Gordon.
GORDON. (rushes in out of breath.)
'Tis a mistake,
'Tis not the Swedes—Ye must proceed no further—
Butler! O God! Where is he?
(then observing the Countess.)
Countess! Say———
'Tis a mistake,
'Tis not the Swedes—Ye must proceed no further—
Butler! O God! Where is he?
(then observing the Countess.)
Countess! Say———
COUNTESS.
You are come then from the castle? Where's my husband?
You are come then from the castle? Where's my husband?
GORDON. (in an agony of affright.)
Your husband!—Ask not!—To the Duke—
Your husband!—Ask not!—To the Duke—
COUNTESS.
Not till
You have discover'd to me———
Not till
You have discover'd to me———
GORDON.
On this moment
Does the world hang. For God's sake! to the Duke.
While we are speaking—
(calling loudly.)
Butler! Butler! God!
On this moment
Does the world hang. For God's sake! to the Duke.
While we are speaking—
(calling loudly.)
Butler! Butler! God!
COUNTESS.
Why, he is at the castle with my husband.
Why, he is at the castle with my husband.
(Butler comes from the gallery.)
GORDON.
'Twas a mistake—'Tis not the Swedes—It is
The Imperialist's Lieutenant-General
'Twas a mistake—'Tis not the Swedes—It is
The Imperialist's Lieutenant-General
Has
