The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge - LightNovelsOnl.com
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[Before 10] _Wallenstein (makes the motion, &c._ 1800, 1828, 1829.
[23] _might_ 1800, 1828, 1829.
[After 23] [_Taking his hand affectionately._ 1800, 1828, 1829.
[36] wholly lie] lie wholly 1828, 1829.
[40] _the one_ 1800, 1828, 1829.
[41] _other_ 1800, 1828, 1829.
[61] _me_ 1800, 1828, 1829.
[74] _so_ 1800, 1828, 1829.
[77] _hearts_ 1800, 1828, 1829.
[78] _you_ 1800, 1828, 1829.
[84] _has_ 1800, 1828, 1829.
[96] must] may 1800, 1828, 1829.
[103] _I_ 1800, 1828, 1829. out] you 1828, 1829.
[Before 105] _Wrangel (considerately)._ 1800, 1828, 1829.
[107] _Wrangel (calmly proceeding)._ 1800, 1828, 1829.
[144] _Citizens_ 1800, 1828, 1829.
[154] _we_ 1800, 1828, 1829.
[164] Sesina is] Sesina's been 1800, 1828, 1829.
[After 164] [_Wallenstein is struck, and silenced._ 1800, 1828, 1829.
[167] _yesterday_ 1800, 1828, 1829.
[184] _thought_ 1800, 1828, 1829.
SCENE VI
_WALLENSTEIN, TERTSKY, and ILLO (re-enter)._
_Illo._ Is't all right?
_Tertsky._ Are you compromised?
_Illo._ This Swede Went smiling from you. Yes! you're compromised.
_Wallenstein._ As yet is nothing settled: and (well weighed) I feel myself inclined to leave it so.
_Tertsky._ How? What is that?
_Wallenstein._ Come on me what will come, 5 The doing evil to avoid an evil Cannot be good!
_Tertsky._ Nay, but bethink you, Duke?
_Wallenstein._ To live upon the mercy of these Swedes!
Of these proud-hearted Swedes! I could not bear it.
_Illo._ Goest thou as fugitive, as mendicant? 10 Bringest thou not more to them than thou receivest?
LINENOTES:
[10] _Wallenstein (sarcastically)._ 1800, 1828, 1829.
[11] _Countess (to the others)._ 1800, 1828, 1829.
SCENE VII
_To these enter the COUNTESS TERTSKY._
_Wallenstein._ Who sent for you? There is no business here For women.
_Countess._ I am come to bid you joy.
_Wallenstein._ Use thy authority, Tertsky, bid her go.
_Countess._ Come I perhaps too early? I hope not.
_Wallenstein._ Set not this tongue upon me, I entreat you. 5 You know it is the weapon that destroys me.
I am routed, if a woman but attack me.
I cannot traffic in the trade of words With that unreasoning s.e.x.
_Countess._ I had already Given the Bohemians a king.
_Wallenstein._ They have one, 10 In consequence, no doubt.
_Countess._ Ha! what new scruple?
_Tertsky._ The Duke will not.
_Countess._ He will not what he must!
