Max. Do it not
Not yet! This rash and bloody deed has thrown them
Into a frenzy-fit—allow them time——
Wallenstein. Away! too long already have I loitered.
They are emboldened to these outrages, [45]
Beholding not my face. They shall behold
My countenance, shall hear my voice——
Are they not my troops? Am I not their General,
And their long-feared commander? Let me see,
Whether indeed they do no longer know 50
That countenance, which was their sun in battle!
From the balcony (mark!) I shew myself
To these rebellious forces, and at once
Revolt is mounded, and the high-swoln current
Shrinks back into the old bed of obedience. 55
[Exit Wallenstein; Illo, Tertsky, and Butler follow.
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my 1800, 1828, 1829.