FIRST PART OF WALLENSTEIN.
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WALLENSTEIN. (significantly)
There's no such thing as chance.
In brief, 'tis sign'd and seal'd that this Octavio
Is my good angel—and now no word more.
(He is retiring.)
There's no such thing as chance.
In brief, 'tis sign'd and seal'd that this Octavio
Is my good angel—and now no word more.
(He is retiring.)
TERTSKY.
This is my comfort—Max. remains our hostage.
This is my comfort—Max. remains our hostage.
ILLO.
And he shall never stir from here alive.
And he shall never stir from here alive.
WALLENSTEIN. (stops, and turns himself round)
Are ye not like the women, who for ever
Only recur to their first word, altho'
One had been talking reason by the hour?
Know, that the human being's thoughts and deeds
Are not, like ocean billows, blindly mov'd.
The inner world, his microcosmus, is
The deep shaft, out of which they spring eternally.
They grow by certain laws, like the tree's fruit—
No juggling chance can metamorphose them.
Have I the human kernel first examin'd?
Then I know, too, the future will and action.
Are ye not like the women, who for ever
Only recur to their first word, altho'
One had been talking reason by the hour?
Know, that the human being's thoughts and deeds
Are not, like ocean billows, blindly mov'd.
The inner world, his microcosmus, is
The deep shaft, out of which they spring eternally.
They grow by certain laws, like the tree's fruit—
No juggling chance can metamorphose them.
Have I the human kernel first examin'd?
Then I know, too, the future will and action.
SCENE IV.
Scene a Chamber in Piccolomini's Dwelling-House.
Octavio Piccolomini, Isolani, entering.
ISOLANI.
Here am I—Well! who comes yet of the others?
Here am I—Well! who comes yet of the others?
OCTAVIO.
