Yet more! weight upon weight to drag me down! 45 Think what ye're doing. It is not well done To choose a man despairing for your leader; You tear me from my happiness. Well, then, I dedicate your souls to vengeance. Mark! For your own ruin you have chosen me: 50 Who goes with me, must be prepared to perish. [_He turns to the background, there ensues a sudden and violent movement among the_ Cuirassiers; _they surround him, and carry him off in wild tumult. WALLENSTEIN remains immovable. THEKLA sinks into her mother's arms. The curtain falls. The music becomes loud and overpowering, and passes into a complete war-march--the orchestra joins it--and continues during the interval between the second and third Act._ LINENOTES: [10] _Wallenstein (steps between Max and Thekla, who have remained during this time in each others arms)._ 1800, 1828, 1829. ACT III SCENE I _The_ Burgomaster's _House at Egra._ _BUTLER._ _Butler._ Here then he is, by his destiny conducted. Here, Friedland! and no farther! From Bohemia Thy meteor rose, traversed the sky awhile, And here upon the borders of Bohemia Must sink. Thou hast forsworn the ancient colours, 5 Blind man! yet trustest to thy ancient fortunes. Profaner of the altar and the hearth, Against thy Emperor and fellow-citizens Thou mean'st to wage the war. Friedland, beware-- The evil spirit of revenge impels thee-- 10 Beware thou, that revenge destroy thee not! LINENOTES: [Before 1] _Butler (just arrived)._ 1800, 1828, 1829. SCENE II _BUTLER and GORDON._ _Gordon._ Is it you? How my heart sinks! The Duke a fugitive traitor! His princely head attainted! O my God! _Butler._ You have received the letter which I sent you By a post-courier? _Gordon._ Yes! and in obedience to it 5 Opened the strong hold to him without scruple. For an imperial letter orders me To follow your commands implicitly. But yet forgive me; when even now I saw The Duke himself, my scruples recommenced. 10 For truly, not like an attainted man, Into this town did Friedland make his entrance; His wonted majesty beamed from his brow, And calm, as in the days when all was right, Did he receive from me the accounts of office; 15 'Tis said, that fallen pride learns condescension: But sparing and with dignity the Duke Weighed every syllable of approbation, As masters praise a servant who has done His duty, and no more.