FIRST PART OF WALLENSTEIN.
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War intermit not during war, how then
And whence can peace come?—Your own plagues fall on you!
Even as I love what's virtuous, hate I you.
And here I make this vow, here pledge myself;
My blood shall spurt out for this Wallenstein,
And my heart drain off, drop by drop, ere ye
Shall revel and dance jubilee o'er his ruin. [Exit.
SCENE V.
Questenberg, Octavio Piccolomini.
QUESTENBERG.
(Then in pressing and impatient tones.)
What, friend! and do we let him go away
In this delusion—let him go away?
Not call him back immediately, not open
His eyes upon the spot?
OCTAVIO (recovering himself out of a deep study).
And I see more than pleases me.
QUESTENBERG.
OCTAVIO.
QUESTENBERG.
OCTAVIO.
