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

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       It is already here, when thou must write

       The absolute total of thy life’s vast sum.

       The constellations stand victorious o’er thee,

       The planets shoot good fortune in fair junctions, 230

       And tell thee, ‘Now’s the time!’ The starry courses

       Hast thou thy life long measured to no purpose?

       The quadrant and the circle, were they playthings?

      [Pointing to the different objects in the room.

      The zodiacs, the rolling orbs of heaven,

       Hast pictured on these walls, and all around thee 235

       In dumb, foreboding symbols hast thou placed

       These seven presiding Lords of Destiny —

       For toys? Is all this preparation nothing?

       Is there no marrow in this hollow art,

       That even to thyself it doth avail 240

       Nothing, and has no influence over thee

       In the great moment of decision? ——

      Wallenstein (interrupting the Countess). Send Wrangel to me — I

       will instantly

       Dispatch three couriers ——

      Illo (hurrying out). God in heaven be praised!

      Wallenstein. It is his evil genius and mine. 245

       Our evil genius! It chastises him

       Through me, the instrument of his ambition;

       And I expect no less, than that Revenge

       E’en now is whetting for my breast the poniard.

       Who sows the serpent’s teeth, let him not hope 250

       To reap a joyous harvest. Every crime

       Has, in the moment of its perpetration,

       Its own avenging angel — dark misgiving,

       An ominous sinking at the inmost heart.

       He can no longer trust me — Then no longer 255

       Can I retreat — so come that which must come. —

       Still destiny preserves its due relations,

       The heart within us is its absolute

       Vicegerent. [To TERTSKY.

       Go, conduct you Gustave Wrangel

       To my state-cabinet. Myself will speak to 260

       The couriers. — And dispatch immediately

       A servant for Octavio Piccolomini. [To the COUNTESS.

       No exultation — woman, triumph not!

       For jealous are the Powers of Destiny.

       Joy premature, and shouts ere victory, 265

       Incroach upon their rights and privileges.

       We sow the seed, and they the growth determine.

      [While he is making his exit the curtain drops.

ACT V

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SCENE I

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      SCENE — As in the preceding Act.

      WALLENSTEIN, OCTAVIO PICCOLOMINI.

      Wallenstein (coming forward in conversation). He sends me word

       from Linz, that he lies sick;

       But I have sure intelligence, that he

       Secretes himself at Frauenberg with Galas.

       Secure them both, and send them to me hither.

       Remember, thou tak’st on thee the command 5

       Of those same Spanish regiments, — constantly

       Make preparation, and be never ready;

       And if they urge thee to draw out against me,

       Still answer yes, and stand as thou wert fettered.

       I know, that it is doing thee a service 10

       To keep thee out of action in this business.

       Thou lovest to linger on in fair appearances;

       Steps of extremity are not thy province,

       Therefore have I sought out this part for thee.

       Thou wilt this time be of most service to me 15

       By thy inertness. The mean time, if fortune

       Declare itself on my side, thou wilt know

       What is to do.

      Enter MAX PICCOLOMINI.

      Now go, Octavio.

       This night must thou be off, take my own horses:

       Him here I keep with me — make short farewell — 20

       Trust me, I think we all shall meet again

       In joy and thriving fortunes.

      Octavio (to his son). I shall see you

       Yet ere I go.

SCENE II

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      WALLENSTEIN, MAX PICCOLOMINI.

      Max (advances to him). My General!

      Wallenstein. That am I no longer, if

       Thou styl’st thyself the Emperor’s officer.

      Max. Then thou wilt leave the army, General?

      Wallenstein. I have renounced the service of the Emperor.

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