The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Vol 2 (of 2)Coleridge, Samuel Taylor
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The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Vol 2 (of 2)
Coleridge, Samuel Taylor
English poetry -- 19th century
_Thekla._ Being faithful
To thine own self, thou art faithful too to me:
If our fates part, our hearts remain united.
A bloody hatred will divide for ever
The houses Piccolomini and Friedland; 85
But we belong not to our houses--Go!
Quick! quick! and separate thy righteous cause
From our unholy and unblessed one!
The curse of heaven lies upon our head:
'Tis dedicate to ruin. Even me 90
My father's guilt drags with it to perdition.
Mourn not for me:
My destiny will quickly be decided.
[_MAX clasps her in his arms. There is heard from behind
the Scene a loud, wild, long continued cry, 'Vivat
Ferdinandus,' accompanied by warlike instruments._
LINENOTES:
[Before 3] _Max (who . . . distance in a visible struggle of feelings,
advances)._ 1800, 1828, 1829.
[22] _amends_ 1800, 1828, 1829.
[23] _Outweigh_ 1800, 1828, 1829.
[28] _my_ 1800, 1828, 1829.
[37] _can'st_ 1800, 1828, 1829.
[40] _feelest_ 1800, 1828, 1829.
[45] _think_ 1800, 1828, 1829.
[46] _his_ _1800_.]
[57] _Max (interrupting her)._ Nay, &c. 1800, 1828, 1829.
[After 92] [_MAX . . . in extreme emotion. There is . . . instruments.
MAX and THEKLA remain without motion in each other's embraces._ 1800,
1828, 1829.
SCENE X
_To these enter TERTSKY._
_Countess (meeting him)._ What meant that cry? What was it?
_Tertsky._ All is
lost!
_Countess._ What! they regarded not his countenance?
_Tertsky._ 'Twas all in vain.
_Duchess._ They shouted Vivat!
_Tertsky._ To the Emperor.
_Countess._ The traitors!
_Tertsky._ Nay! he was not once permitted
Even to address them. Soon as he began, 5
With deafening noise of warlike instruments
They drowned his words. But here he comes.
SCENE XI
_To these enter WALLENSTEIN, accompanied by ILLO and BUTLER._
_Wallenstein (as he enters)._ Tertsky!
_Tertsky._ My General?
_Wallenstein._ Let our regiments hold themselves
In readiness to march; for we shall leave
Pilsen ere evening. [_Exit TERTSKY._
Butler!
_Butler._ Yes, my General.
_Wallenstein._ The Governor at Egra is your friend 5
And countryman. Write to him instantly
By a Post Courier. He must be advised,
That we are with him early on the morrow.
You follow us yourself, your regiment with you.
_Butler._ It shall be done, my General!
_Wallenstein (steps between Max and Thekla)._ Part!
_Max._ O God! 10
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