Duchess. More disgraceful
——Dismission.

Wallenstein. Talk they?
O! they force, they thrust me
[[621]] With violence, against my own will, onward! [75]

Duchess. O! if there yet be time, my husband! if
By giving way and by submission, this
Can be averted—my dear lord, give way!
Win down your proud heart to it! Tell that heart
It is your sovereign lord, your Emperor 80
Before whom you retreat. O let no longer
Low tricking malice blacken your good meaning
With abhorred venomous glosses. Stand you up
Shielded and helm'd and weapon'd with the truth,
And drive before you into uttermost shame 85
These slanderous liars! Few firm friends have we—
You know it!—The swift growth of our good fortune
It hath but set us up, a mark for hatred.
What are we, if the sovereign's grace and favour
Stand not before us? 90

LINENOTES:

[[14]]

you wish 1800, 1828, 1829.

[[15]]

Wallenstein (after a pause). Well, then? 1800, 1828, 1829.

After [17] [The Duchess casts her eyes on the ground and remains silent. 1800, 1828, 1829.