The Death of Wallenstein by Johann Christoph Friedrich von Schiller
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page 169 of 268 (63%)
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Yes, yes; I know it. Many lie concealed
Within these walls. Confess now, you yourself---- [Fixes, his eye on him. The BURGOMASTER alarmed. Be not alarmed. I hate the Jesuits. Could my will have determined it they had Been long ago expelled the empire. Trust me-- Mass-book or Bible, 'tis all one to me. Of that the world has had sufficient proof. I built a church for the Reformed in Glogau At my own instance. Hark ye, burgomaster! What is your name? BURGOMASTER. Pachhalbel, my it please you. WALLENSTEIN. Hark ye! But let it go no further, what I now Disclose to you in confidence. [Laying his hand on the BURGOMASTER'S shoulder with a certain solemnity. The times Draw near to their fulfilment, burgomaster! The high will fall, the low will be exalted. Hark ye! But keep it to yourself! The end Approaches of the Spanish double monarchy-- A new arrangement is at hand. You saw The three moons that appeared at once in the heaven? BURGOMASTER. With wonder and affright! |
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