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THE DEATH OF
You tear me from my happiness. Well, then,
I dedicate your souls to vengeance. Mark!
For your own ruin you have chosen me:
Who goes with me, must be prepar'd to perish.
(He turns to the back-ground, there ensues a
sudden and violent movement among the
Cuirassiers; they surround him, and carry him
off in wild tumult. Wallenstein remains immoveable.
Thekla sinks into her mother's arms.
The curtain falls. The music becomes loud
and overpowering, and passes into a complete
war-march—the orchestra joins it—and continues
during the interval between the second and
third Act.)
I dedicate your souls to vengeance. Mark!
For your own ruin you have chosen me:
Who goes with me, must be prepar'd to perish.
(He turns to the back-ground, there ensues a
sudden and violent movement among the
Cuirassiers; they surround him, and carry him
off in wild tumult. Wallenstein remains immoveable.
Thekla sinks into her mother's arms.
The curtain falls. The music becomes loud
and overpowering, and passes into a complete
war-march—the orchestra joins it—and continues
during the interval between the second and
third Act.)
ACT
