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The evil destiny surprised my brother
Too suddenly : he could not think on them.
Speak not of vengeance! Speak not of maltreatment!
The Emperor is appeased; the heavy fault
Hath heavily been expiated—nothing
Descended from the father to the daughter,
Except his glory and his services.
The Empress honours your adversity,
Takes part in your aftlictions, opens to you
Her motherly arms! Therefore no farther fears;
Yield yourself up in hope and confidence
To the Imperial Grace!
countess (with her eye raised to heaven).
To the grace and mercy of a greater Master
Do I yield up myself. Where shall the body
Of the Duke have its place of final rest?
In the Chartreuse, which he himself did found
At Gitschin, rest the Countess Wallenstein; -
And by her side, to whom he was indebted -
For his first fortunes, gratefully lie wish'd
He might sometime repose in death: O let him
Be buried there. And likewise, for my husband's
Remains, I ask the like grace. The Emperor
Is now proprietor of all our Castles.
This sure may well be granted us—one sepulchre
Beside the sepulchres of our forefathers'
Countess, you tremble, you turn pale!
countess (reassembles all her powers, and speaks with
energy and dignity).
You think

More worthily of me, than to believe
I would survive the downfal of my house.
We did not hold ourselves too mean to grasp
After a monarch's crown—the crown did fate
Deny, but not the feeling and the spirit
That to the crown belong! We deem a
Courageous death more worthy of our free station
Than a dishonour’d life.—I have taken poison.
Help! Help! Support her 1
Nay, it is too late.
In a few moments is my fate accomplish'd.
[Exit Countess.
Gorado N.
O house of death and horrors!
[An Officea enters, and brings a letter with the
great seal.
Gondon (steps forward and meets him).
What is this?
It is the Imperial Seal.
[He reads the Address, and delivers the letter to
Octavio with a look of reproach, and with an
emphasis on the word.
To the Prince Piccolomini.
[Octavio with his whole frame expressive of sudden
anquish, raises his eyes to heaven.

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Accept, as a small testimony of my grateful attachment, the following Dramatic Poem, in which I have endeavoured to detail, in an interesting form, the fall of a man, whose great bad actions have cast a disastrous lustre on his name. In the execution of the work, as intricacy of plot could not have been attempted without a gross violation of recent facts, it has been my sole aim to imitate the impassioned and highly figurative language of the French Orators, and to develop the characters of the chief actors on a vast stage of horrors.

Yours fraternally, S. T. Col. ERIDGE. Jesus College, September 22, 1794.


ACT I. SCENE, The Tuilleries.

BARReft e.
The tempest gathers—be it mine to seek
A friendly shelter, ere it bursts upon him.
But where? and how? I fear the Tyrant's soul—
Sudden in action, fertile in resource,
And rising awful 'mid impending ruins;
In splendour gloomy, as the midnight meteor,
That fearless thwarts the elemental war.
When last in secret conference we met,
He scow!d upon me with suspicious rage,
Making his eye the inmate of my bosom.
I know he scorns me—and I feel, I hate him—
Yet there is in him that which makes me tremble'


Enter TAllie N and LegendRE.

talliex. It was Barrere, Legendre! didst thou mark him? Abrupt he turn'd, yet linger'd as he went, And towards us cast a look of doubtful meaning. Leo Exida E. I mark'd him well. I met his eye's last glance; It menaced not so proudly as of yore. Methought he would have spoke—but that he dared notSuch agitation darken'd on his brow. TALllen. 'Twas all distrusting guilt that kept from bursting Th’ imprison'd secret struggling in the face : E’en as the sudden breeze upstarting onwards Hurries the thunder-cloud, that poised awhile Hung in mid air, red with its mutinous burthen. LEGEN are. Perfidious Traitor!—still afraid to bask In the full blaze of power, the rustling serpent Lurks in the thicket of the Tyrant's greatness, Ever prepared to sting who shelters him. Each thought, each action in himself converges; And love and friendship on his coward heart Shine like the powerless sun on polar ice: To all attach'd, by turns deserting all, Cunning and dark—a necessary villain TAL Lie N. Yet much depends upon him—well you know With plausible harangue’t is his to paint Defeat like victory—and blind the mob With truth-mix’d falsehood. They, led on by him, And wild of head to work their own destruction, Support with uproar what he plans in darkness. LEGEN to re. O what a precious name is Liberty To scare or cheat the simple into slaves! Yes—we must gain him over: by dark hints We'll show enough to rouse his watchful fears, Till the cold coward blaze a patriot. O Danton' murder'd friend' assist mv counsels— Hover around me on sad memory's wings, And pour thy daring vengeance in my heart. Tallien' if but to-morrow's fateful sun Beholds the Tyrant living—we are dead! or Atli Ex. Yet his keen eye that flashes mighty meanings— legex dae. Fear not—or rather fear th' aiternative, And seek for courage e'en in cowardice.—— But see—hither he comes—let us away! His brother with him, and the bloody Couthon, And high of haughty spirit, young St-Just. [Exeunt.

Enter Robespienne, Couthox, St-Just, and RobesPie an E JUNiok.

" Robespie RRE. What! did La Fayette fall before iny power And did I conquer Roland's spotless virtues? The fervent eloquence of Vergniaud's tongue? And Brissot's thoughtful soul unbribed and bold: Did zealot armies haste in vain to save them? What! did th' assassin's dagger aim its point Wain, as a dream of murder, at my bosom

And shall I dread the soft luxurious Tallien 2
Th’ Adonis Tallient banquet-hunting Tallient
Him, whose heart flutters at the dice-box” Ilim,
Who ever on the harlots downy pillow
Resigns his head impure to feverish slumbers!
I cannot fear him—yet we must not scorn him.
Was it not Antony that conquer’d Brutus,
Th’ Adonis, banquet-hunting Antony
The state is not yet purified: and though
The stream runs clear, yet at the bottom lies
The thick black sediment of all the factions—
It needs no magic hand to stir it up!
O we did wrong to spare them—fatal error!
Why lived Legendre, when that Danton died?
And Collot d'Herbois dangerous in crimes?
I've fear'd him, since his iron heart endured
To make of Lyons one vast human shambles,
Compared with which the sun-scorch'd wilderness
Of Zara were a smiling paradise.
Rightly thou judgest, Couthon . He is one,
Who ties from silent solitary anguish,
Seeking forgetful peace amid the jar
Of elements. The howl of maniac uproar
Lulls to sad sleep the memory of himself.
A calm is fatal to him—then he feels
The dire upboilings of the storm within him.
A tiger mad with inward wounds!——I dread
The fierce and restless turbulence of guilt.
Rob Espi E. Rae.
Is not the commune ours? The stern tribunal?
Dumas? and Vivier? Fleuriot? and Louvet?
And Henriot We'll denounce a hundred, nor
Shall they behold to-morrow's sun roll westward.
nobespie are Ju N loa.
Nay—I am sick of blood; my aching heart
Reviews the long, long train of hideous horrors
That still have gloom'd the rise of the republic.
I should have died before Toulon, when war
Became the patriot!
Bob Espirit a E.
Most unworthy wish!
He, whose heart sickens at the blood of traitors,
Would be himself a traitor, were he not
A coward! T is congenial souls alone
Shed tears of sorrow for each other's fate.
O thou art brave, my brother! and thine eye
Full firmly shines amid the groaning battle—
Yet in thine heart the woman-form of pity
Asserts too large a share, an ill-timed guest!
There is unsoundness in the state—To-morrow
Shall see it cleansed by wholesome massacre!
hobespi Eare jux ios.
Beware! already do the sections murmur—
• O the great glorious patriot, Robespierre–
The tyrant guardian of the country's freedom”
court Hox.
T were folly sure to work great deeds by halves!
Much I suspect the darksome fickle heart
Of cold Barrere !
noaks Pizaar.
I see the villain in him '
roe Espie art jux loa.
| If Ire—if all forsake thee—what remains '

Rob Espie an E. Myself! the steel-strong Rectitude of soul And Poverty sublime mid circling virtues : The giant Victories, my counsels form'd, Shall stalk around me with sun-glittering plumes, Bidding the darts of calumny fall pointless. [Exeunt carteri. Manet Couthon. cout hon (solus). So we deceive ourselves! What goodly virtues Bloom on the poisonous branches of ambition' Still, Robespierre! thou "It guard thy country's freedom To despotize in all the patriot's pomp. While Conscience, 'mid the mob's applauding clamours, Sleeps in thine ear, nor whispers—blood-stain'd tyrant! Yet what is Conscience? Superstition's dream, Making such deep impression on our sleep— That long th' awaken'd breast retains its horrors! But he returns—and with him comes Barrere. [Exit Courhon.

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Rob FS Pi en R. E. There is no danger but in cowardice.— Barrere! we make the danger, when we fear it. We have such force without, as will suspend The cold and trembling treachery of these members. B.A. f. f. Erie. ‘T will be a pause of terror.— nob Espier to E. But to whom? Rather the short-lived slumber of the tempest, Gathering its strength anew. The dastard traitors! Moles, that would undermine the rooted oak.' A pause!—a moment's pause!—'T is all their life. B.A. Rit Eft e. Yet much they talk—and plausible their speech. Couthon's decree has given such powers, that— Roe Espi En a E. That what? BAR RER e. The freedom of debate— bob Espi e an e. Transparent mask! They wish to clog the wheels of government, Forcing the hand that guides the vast machine To bribe them to their duty—English patriots! Are not the congregated clouds of war Black all around us? In our very vitals Works not the king-bred poison of rebellion ? Say, what shall counteract the selfish plottings Of wretches, cold of heart, nor awed by fears Of him, whose power directs th' eternal justice Terror? or secret-sapping gold? The first Heavy, but transient as the ills that cause it; And to the virtuous patriot rendered light By the necessities that gave it birth: The other fouls the fount of the republic, Making it slow polluted to all ages: Inoculates the state with a slow venom, That, once imbibed, must be continued ever. Myself incorruptible, I ne'er could bribe them– Therefore they hate me. to A R RERE, Are the sections friendly?"

Rod Esple an E. There are who wish my ruin–but I'll make them Blush for the crime in blood' BARREbe. Nay—but I tell thee, Thou art too fond of slaughter—and the right (If right it be) workest by most foul means! Robespi Eran E. Self-centering Fear! how well thou canst ape Mercy! Too fond of slaughter!—matchless hypocrite! Thought Barrere so, when Brissot, Danton died? Thought Barrere so, when through the streaming streets Of Paris red-eyed Massacre o'er-wearied Reel'd heavily, intoxicate with blood? And when (O heavens') in Lyons death-red square Sick fancy groan'd o'er putrid hills of slain, Didst thou not fiercely laugh, and bless the day ? Why, thou hast been the mouth-piece of all horrors, And, like a blood-hound, crouch'd for murder! Now Aloof thou standest from the tottering pillar, Or, like a frighted child behind its mother, Hidest thy pale face in the skirts of Mercy! d Air R.E.R.E. O prodigality of eloquent anger! Why now I see thou 'rt weak—thy case is desperate The cool ferocious Robespierre turn'd scolder! rade espi Eta RE. who from a bad man's bosom wards the blow Reserves the whetted dagger for his own. Denounced twice—and twice I saved his life! [Exit. ban to erro. The sections will support then—there's the point? No! he can never weather out the storm– Yet he is sudden in revenge—No more!

I must away to Tallien. [Exit.

SCENE changes to the house of Adelaide. Adelaide enters, speaking to a Servant.

A DELA ide. Didst thou present the letter that I gave thee! Did Tallien answer, he would soon return ? servant. He is in the Tuilleries—with him LegendreIn deep discourse they seem'd : as I approach'd He waved his hand as bidding me retire : I did not interrupt him. [Returns the letter. Adel AIDE. - Thou didst rightly. [Exit Servant. O this new freedom! at how dear a price We've bought the seeming good! The peaceful virtues, And every blandishment of private life, The father's cares, the mother's fond endearment, All sacrificed to liberty's wild riot. The winged hours, that scatter'd roses round me, Languid and sad drag their slow course along, And shake big gall-drops from their heavy wings. But I will steal away these anxious thoughts By the soft languishment of warbled airs, If haply melodies may lull the sense Of sorrow for a while.

Neubrunn. The journey's weary length— Tirk L.A. The pilgrim, travelling to a distant shrine Of hope and healing, doth not count the leagues. neubaunst. How can we pass the gates? The KLA. Gold opens them. Go, do but go. Neuhnu Nin. Should we be recognized— THEKLA. In a despairing woman, a poor fugitive, Will no one seek the daughter of Duke Friedland. Neubau NN. And where procure we horses for our flight? THEk L.A. My equerry procures them. Go and fetch him. NEubaun N. Dares he, without the knowledge of his lord? Turk L.A. Delay no longer. Neubaun N. Dear lady! and your mother? THExi.A. Oh! my mother! neudit unn. So much as she has suffer'd too already; Your tender mother—Ah! how ill prepared For this last anguish!

He will. Go, only go.

th. Ek L.A. Woe is me! my mother! [Pauses. Go instantly. Neudnunn. But think what you are doing! TH ext, A. What can be thought, already has been thought. Neu D. Run N. And being there, what purpose you to do? THEKLA. There a Divinity will prompt my soul. Neubau Nin.

Your heart, dear lady, is disquieted
And this is not the way that leads to quiet.
Ther. L.A.

To a deep quiet, such as he has found.
It draws me on, I know not what to name it,
Resistless does it draw me to his grave.
There will my heart be eased, my tears will flow.
O hasten, make no further questioning!
There is no rest for me till I have left
These walls—they fall in on me–A dim power
Drives me from hence—Oh mercy! what a feeling!
What pale and hollow forms are those! They fill,
They crowd the place! I have no longer room here!
Mercy! Still more! More still! The hideous swarm!
They press on me; they chase me from these walls—
Those hollow, bodiless forms of living men!

neubia UNN.
You frighten me so, lady, that no longer
I dare stay here myself. I go and call
Rosenberg instantly.

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The RLA. His spirit 'tis that calls me: "t is the troop Of his true followers, who offer'd up Themselves to avenge his death; and they accuse me Of an ignoble loitering—they would not Forsake their leadereven in his death—they died for him! And shall I live?— For me too was that laurel-garland twined That decks his bier. Life is an empty casket: I throw it from me. O' my only hope;— To die beneath the hoofs of trampling steeds— That is the lot of heroes upon earth! [Exit Thekla."

(The curtain drops).


Scene—A saloon, terminated by a gallery which extends far into the back-ground.

WAllenstein (sitting at a table). The Swedish CAPTAIN (standing before him).

WALLENstein. Commend me to your lord. I sympathize In his good fortune; and if you have seen me Deficient in the expressions of that joy, Which such a victory might well demand, Attribute it to no lack of good will, For henceforth are our fortunes one. And for your trouble take my thanks. The citadel shall be surrender'd to you On your arrival. [The Swedisu CAPTAIN retires. WALLENstein sits

lost in thought, his eyes fixed vacantly, and

his head sustained by his hand. The Countess

Teatsky enters, stands before him awhile, un

observed by him; at length he starts, sees her

and recollects himself.

wallenstein. Comest thou from her? Is she restored? How is she? countess. My sister tells me, she was more collected After her conversation with the Swede. She has now retired to rest. wall.enstein. The pang will soften,

Farewell, To-morrow

She will shed tears.
I find thee alter'd too,
My brother! After such a victory
I had expected to have found in thee
A cheerful spirit. O remain thou firml
Sustain, uphold us! For our light thou art,
Our sun.
I ail nothing.

Be quiet. where's

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countess. At a banquet—he and Illo. wallenstein (rises and strides across the saloon). The night's far spent. Betake thee to thy chamber. cou N'ress. Bid me not go, O let me stay with thee! walls NSTEIN (moves to the window). There is a busy motion in the Heaven, The wind doth chase the flag upon the tower, Fast sweep the clouds, the sickle' of the moon, Struggling, darts snatches of uncertain light. No form of star is visible! That one White stain of light, that single glimmering yonder, Is from Cassiopeia, and therein Is Jupiter. (A pause). But now The blackness of the troubled element hides him : [He sinks into profound melancholy, and looks vacantly into the distance. countess (looks on him mournfully, then grasps his hand). What art thou brooding on? walt-EN.Srei N. Methinks, If I but saw him, 't would be well with me. Ile is the star of my nativity, And often marvellously hath his aspect Shot strength into my heart. couxTEss. . Thou "It see him again. wallensreis (remains for a while with absent mind, then assumes a livelier manner, and turns suddenly to the Countess). See him again? O never, never again! coloress. How? wallensteix. He is gone—is dust. countess. Whom meanest thou then? wat...exst El N. He, the more fortunate! yea, he hath finish'd, For him there is no longer any future, His life is bright—bright without spot it was, And cannot cease to be. No ominous hour Knocks at his door with tidings of mishap. Far off is he, above desire and fear; No more submitted to the change and chance Of the unsteady planets. O't is well With him but who knows what the coming hour Weil'd in thick darkness brings for us?

' These four lines are expressed in the original with exquisite felicity. Am Himmel ist geschaftige Bewegung. Des Thurines Fahne jagt der wind, schnell geht Derwolken Zug, die Mondes-sicket wankt, Und durch die Nacht zuckt ungewisse Helle.

The word - moon-sickle, reminds me of a passage in Harris, as - The enlightened

quoted by Johnson, under the word - falcated." part of the moon appears in the form of a sickle or reaping-hook, which is while she is moving from the conjunction to the opposition, or from the new moon to the full ; but from full to a new again, the enlightened part appears gibbous, and the dark falcated.” The words - wankeu - and - schweben" are not easily translated. The English words, by which we attempt to render them, are either vulgar or pedanuc, or not of sufficientiy general application. So • der wolken Zug.--The Draft, the Procession of clouds.-The

Masses of the Clouds sweep onward in swift stream.

count Ess. Thou speakest Of Piccolomini. What was his death 2 The courier had just left thee as I came. [WAllensteix by a motion of his hand makes signs to her to be silent. Turn not thine eyes upon the backward view, Let us look forward into sunny days, Welcome with joyous heart the victory, Forget what it has cost thee. Not to-day, For the first time, thy friend was to thee dead; To thee he died, when first he parted from thee. wal. LENSTEIN. This anguish will be wearied down,' I know; What pang is permanent with man? From the highest, As from the vilest thing of every day He learns to wean himself: for the strong hours Conquer him. Yet I feel what I have lost In him. The bloom is vanish'd from my life. For 01 he stood beside me, like my youth, Transform'd for me the real to a dream, Clothing the palpable and the familiar With golden exhalations of the dawn. Whatever fortunes wait my future toils, The beautiful is vanish’d—and returns not. countess. O be not treacherous to thy own power. Thy heart is rich enough to vivify Itself. Thou lovest and prizest virtues in him, The which thyself didst plant, thyself unfold. walless rein (stepping to the door). Who interrupts us now at this late hour? It is the Governor. He bringaho keys Of the Citadel. 'T is midnight. Leave me, sister! countess. O't is so hard to me this night to leave thee— A boding fear possesses me! wallenstein. Fear? Wherefore? couwtoss. Shouldst thou depart this night, and we at waking Never more find thee! wallevotein. Fancies! cou NTESS. O my soul Has long been weigh’d down by these dark forebodings. And if I combat and repel them waking, They still rush down upon my heart in dreams, I saw thee yesternight with thy first wife Sit at a banquet gorgeously attired. wall. Ex-StriN. This was a dream of favourable omen, That marriage being the founder of my fortunes. couxtess. To-day I dreamt that I was seeking thee In thy own chamber. As I enter'd, lo! It was no more a chamber: the Chartreuse At Gitschin't was, which thou thyself hast founded,

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