WALLENSTEIN.
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TERTSKY.
What shall we make of this?
What shall we make of this?
WALLENSTEIN.
Said I not so?
O my prophetic heart! he is still here.
He has not betray'd me—he could not betray me.
I never doubted of it.
Said I not so?
O my prophetic heart! he is still here.
He has not betray'd me—he could not betray me.
I never doubted of it.
COUNTESS.
If he be
Still here, then all goes well; for I know what
(embracing Thekla.)
Will keep him here for ever.
If he be
Still here, then all goes well; for I know what
(embracing Thekla.)
Will keep him here for ever.
TERTSKY.
It can't be.
His father has betray'd us, is gone over
To the Emperor—the son could not have ventur'd
To stay behind.
It can't be.
His father has betray'd us, is gone over
To the Emperor—the son could not have ventur'd
To stay behind.
THEKLA. (her eye fixed on the door.)
There he is!
There he is!
SCENE VII.
To these enter Max. Piccolomini.
MAX.
Yes! here he is! I can endure no longer
To creep on tiptoe round this house, and lurk
In ambush for a favourable moment.
This loitering, this suspense exceeds my powers.
(advancing to Thekla, who has thrown herself into
her mother's arms.)
Yes! here he is! I can endure no longer
To creep on tiptoe round this house, and lurk
In ambush for a favourable moment.
This loitering, this suspense exceeds my powers.
(advancing to Thekla, who has thrown herself into
her mother's arms.)
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