The Death of Wallenstein by Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller
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Thy weapon on an unprotected breast--
Against such weapons I am but a child. SCENE X. To these enter BUTLER. TERZKY (meeting him). Oh, look there, Butler! Here we've still a friend! WALLENSTEIN (meets him with outspread arms and embraces him with warmth). Come to my heart, old comrade! Not the sun Looks out upon us more revivingly, In the earliest month of spring, Than a friend's countenance in such an hour. BUTLER. My general; I come---- WALLENSTEIN (leaning on BUTLER'S shoulder). Knowest thou already That old man has betrayed me to the emperor. What sayest thou? Thirty years have we together Lived out, and held out, sharing joy and hardship. We have slept in one camp-bed, drank from one glass, One morsel shared! I leaned myself on him, As now I lean me on thy faithful shoulder, And now in the very moment when, all love, |
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