A crimson covering to envelop us.
Wallenstein. That is the crimson tapestry of my chamber.
Wallenstein.
GOETHE.
Oh, hear me, look upon me, how my heart
After long desolation now unfolds
Unto this new delight, to kiss thy head,
Thou dearest, dearest one of all on earth,
To clasp thee with my arms, which were but thrown