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THE DEATH OF
The jealousy of their divinities:
And human sacrifices bled to Typhon.
(after a pause, serious, and in a more subdued manner.)
I too have sacrific'd to him—For me
There fell the dearest friend, and through my fault
He fell! No joy from favourable fortune
Can overweigh the anguish of this stroke.
The envy of my destiny is glutted:
Life pays for life. On this pure head the light'ning
Was drawn off, which would else have shatter'd me.
And human sacrifices bled to Typhon.
(after a pause, serious, and in a more subdued manner.)
I too have sacrific'd to him—For me
There fell the dearest friend, and through my fault
He fell! No joy from favourable fortune
Can overweigh the anguish of this stroke.
The envy of my destiny is glutted:
Life pays for life. On this pure head the light'ning
Was drawn off, which would else have shatter'd me.
SCENE III.
To these enter Seni.
WALLENSTEIN.
Is not that Seni? and beside himself,
If one may trust his looks! What brings thee hither
At this late hour, Baptista?
Is not that Seni? and beside himself,
If one may trust his looks! What brings thee hither
At this late hour, Baptista?
SENI.
Terror, Duke!
On thy account.
Terror, Duke!
On thy account.
WALLENSTEIN.
What now?
What now?
SENI.
Flee ere the day-break!
Trust not thy person to the Swedes!
Flee ere the day-break!
Trust not thy person to the Swedes!
WAL-
