FIRST PART OF WALLENSTEIN.
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Let fall the garland of a life of war,
Nor deem it lost, if only I can wreath it
Transmitted to a regal ornament,
Around these beauteous brows.
(He clasps her in his arms as Piccolomini enters.)
SCENE IX.
Enter Max. Piccolomini, and some time after
Count Tertsky, the others remaining as
before.
Count Tertsky, the others remaining as
before.
COUNTESS.
WALLENSTEIN.
The morning star of my best joys!
MAX.
WALLENSTEIN.
I but the instrument. This day thou hast bound
The father to thee, Max! the fortunate father,
And this debt Friedland's self must pay.
MAX.
You made no common hurry to transfer it.
I come with shame. Yea, not without a pang!
For scarce have I arriv'd here, scarce deliver'd
The mother and the daughter to your arms,
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