The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge (Illustrated Edition). Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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СКАЧАТЬ Not more assured of mine own self.

      Tertsky. And yet

       I would you trusted not so much to Octavio,

       The fox!

      Wallenstein. Thou teachest me to know my man?

       Sixteen campaigns I have made with that old warrior. 15

       Besides, I have his horoscope,

       We both are born beneath like stars — in short

       To this belongs its own particular aspect,

       If therefore thou canst warrant me the rest ——

      Illo. There is among them all but this one voice, 20

       You must not lay down the command. I hear

       They mean to send a deputation to you.

      Wallenstein. If I’m in aught to bind myself to them,

       They too must bind themselves to me.

      Illo. Of course.

      Wallenstein. Their words of honour they must give, their oaths, 25

       Give them in writing to me, promising

       Devotion to my service unconditional.

      Illo. Why not?

      Tertsky. Devotion unconditional?

       The exception of their duties towards Austria

       They’ll always place among the premises. 30

       With this reserve ——

      Wallenstein. All unconditional!

       No premises, no reserves.

      Illo. A thought has struck me.

       Does not Count Tertsky give us a set banquet

       This evening?

      Tertsky. Yes; and all the Generals

       Have been invited.

      Illo (to Wallenstein). Say, will you here fully 35

       Commission me to use my own discretion?

       I’ll gain for you the Generals’ words of honour,

       Even as you wish.

      Wallenstein. Gain me their signatures!

       How you come by them, that is your concern.

      Illo. And if I bring it to you, black on white, 40

       That all the leaders who are present here

       Give themselves up to you, without condition;

       Say, will you then — then will you shew yourself

       In earnest, and with some decisive action

       Make trial of your luck?

      Wallenstein. The signatures! 45

       Gain me the signatures.

      Illo. Seize, seize the hour

       Ere it slips from you. Seldom comes the moment

       In life, which is indeed sublime and weighty.

       To make a great decision possible,

       O! many things, all transient and all rapid, 50

       Must meet at once: and, haply, they thus met

       May by that confluence be enforced to pause

       Time long enough for wisdom, though too short,

       Far, far too short a time for doubt and scruple!

       This is that moment. See, our army chieftains, 55

       Our best, our noblest, are assembled around you,

       Their kinglike leader! On your nod they wait.

       The single threads, which here your prosperous fortune

       Hath woven together in one potent web

       Instinct with destiny, O let them not 60

       Unravel of themselves. If you permit

       These chiefs to separate, so unanimous

       Bring you them not a second time together.

       ‘Tis the high tide that heaves the stranded ship,

       And every individual’s spirit waxes 65

       In the great stream of multitudes. Behold

       They are still here, here still! But soon the war

       Bursts them once more asunder, and in small

       Particular anxieties and interests

       Scatters their spirit, and the sympathy 70

       Of each man with the whole. He, who to-day

       Forgets himself, forced onward with the stream,

       Will become sober, seeing but himself,

       Feel only his own weakness, and with speed

       Will face about, and march on in the old 75

       High road of duty, the old broad-trodden road,

       And seek but to make shelter in good plight.

      Wallenstein. The time is not yet come.

      Tertsky. So you say always.

       But when will it be time?

      Wallenstein. When I shall say it.

      Illo. You’ll wait upon the stars, and on their hours, 80

       Till the earthly hour escapes you. O, believe me,

       In your own bosom are your destiny’s stars.

       Confidence in yourself, prompt resolution,

       This is your Venus! and the sole malignant,

       The only one that harmeth you is Doubt. 85

      Wallenstein. Thou speakest as thou understand’st. How oft

       And many a time I’ve told thee, Jupiter,

       That lustrous god, was setting at thy birth.

       Thy visual power subdues no mysteries;

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