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id: 6786
title: The Piccolomini: A Play
author: Schiller, Friedrich
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  WALLENSTEIN, Duke of Friedland, Generalissimo of the Imperial Forces in the Thirty Years'' War. OCTAVIO PICCOLOMINI, Lieutenant-General. COUNT TERZKY, the Commander of several Regiments, and Brother-in-law [To QUESTENBERG, presenting BUTLER and ISOLANI at the same time OCTAVIO (presenting QUESTENBERG to BUTLER and ISOLANI). Long time he stared upon me, like a man Oh, let the emperor make peace, my father! Enter the Countess TERZKY, leading in her hand the Princess THEKLA, PICCOLOMINI, and some time after COUNT TERZKY, the Thou teachest me to know my man? WALLENSTRIN, TERZKY, ILLO.--To them enter QUESTENBERG, OCTAVIO, The emperor sends seven horsemen to Duke Friedland, Opens the heart, and shuts the eyes, we let His father loves him; Count Octavio Cast thine eye round, bethink thee who thou art;-Thou see''st thy father''s forehead full of thought, Thou meanest to force him to thy liking? As yet thou hast seen thy father''s smiles alone;


id: 6785
title: Wallenstein''s Camp: A Play
author: Schiller, Friedrich
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  ''Tis the peasant''s hide for their sport must pay. He leads the peasant to the tent--the others come forward. Soldier-boy, Schoolmaster, Servant-girl. SECOND YAGER (holding the girl). ''Tis granted to all with the soldier''s jacket. Ay, that was a man with the fear of God. FIRST YAGER. ''Tis not as an office he holds command, Hush--who shall such words as these let fall? For the general tells us the word is free. No doubt ''tis the work of the powers of hell. He comes of good kin; now pray let him go. How, pray ye, shall victory e''er come to pass, Shall we then leave the Friedlander''s train, And Yager, let''s hear where your country is? Peace, good sirs, will you come to blows? ''Tis because of our rank, as his soldiers brave, God knows, ''tis a wretched life to live! The soldier shall sway! Away, girl, the soldier must go!


id: 6787
title: The Death of Wallenstein
author: Schiller, Friedrich
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  Thy foes, who stretch their hands with joy to greet thee. Forget thou thy old hopes, cast far away Thou didst but wish to prove thy fealty; Canst thou consent to bear thyself to thy own grave, Hast thou thy life-long measured to no purpose? Soft cradled thee thy fortune till to-day; Thou must needs choose thy party in the war I''ll make thy peace for thee with the emperor. Him wilt thou let slip from thee, Thou gavest him thy own horses to flee from thee. Thou hast gained thy point, Octavio! Think''st thou that, fool-like, I shall let thee go, Thy heart''s wild impulse only dost thou follow. Thou art describing thy own father''s heart. What did thy father for thee, On me thou art planted, I am thy emperor; For that thou held''st thy friend more worth to thee For the first time, thy friend was to thee dead;


