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THE DEATH OF
SCENE VIII.
Gordon and Butler.
GORDON. (looking after them.)
Unhappy man! How free from all foreboding!
They rush into the outspread net of murder,
In the blind drunkenness of victory;
I have no pity for their fate. This Illo,
This overflowing and fool-hardy villain
That would fain bathe himself in his Emperor's blood.
Unhappy man! How free from all foreboding!
They rush into the outspread net of murder,
In the blind drunkenness of victory;
I have no pity for their fate. This Illo,
This overflowing and fool-hardy villain
That would fain bathe himself in his Emperor's blood.
BUTLER.
Do as he order'd you. Send round patroles,
Take measures for the citadel's security;
When they are within I close the castle gate
That nothing may transpire.
Do as he order'd you. Send round patroles,
Take measures for the citadel's security;
When they are within I close the castle gate
That nothing may transpire.
GORDON. (with earnest anxiety.)
Oh haste not so!
Nay, stop; first tell me———
Oh haste not so!
Nay, stop; first tell me———
BUTLER.
You have heard already,
To-morrow to the Swedes belongs. This night
Alone is ours. They make good expeditions
But we will make still
greater. Fare you well.
You have heard already,
To-morrow to the Swedes belongs. This night
Alone is ours. They make good expeditions
But we will make still
greater. Fare you well.
GORDON.
Ah! your looks tell me nothing good. Nay, Butler,
I pray you, promise me!
Ah! your looks tell me nothing good. Nay, Butler,
I pray you, promise me!
BUTLER.
The sun has set;
A fateful evening doth descend upon us,
And brings on their long night! Their evil stars
The sun has set;
A fateful evening doth descend upon us,
And brings on their long night! Their evil stars
Deliver
