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THE PICCOLOMINI, OR THE
WALLENSTEIN.
DUCHESS (wiping away her tears after a pause.)
But then first when I had already taken
My formal leave, and when the door already
Had clos'd upon me, then did she come out
In haste, as she had suddenly bethought herself,
And press'd me to her bosom, more with anguish
Than tenderness.
WALLENSTEIN (seizes her hand soothingly.)
And what of Eggenberg and Lichtenstein,
And of our other friends there?
DUCHESS (shaking her head.)
WALLENSTEIN.
To plead so warmly for me?—
DUCHESS.
WALLENSTEIN.
Must we roll on, our own fire, our own light.
DUCHESS.
Which mov'd about the Court in buz and whisper,
But in the country let itself be heard
Aloud—in that which Father Lamormain
In sundry hints and———
Wallen-