O God!
[Cuirassiers enter with drawn swords, and assemble in the background. At the same time there are heard from below some spirited passages out of the Pappenheim March, which seem to address MAX.]
WALLENSTEIN (to the Cuirassiers).
Here he is, he is at liberty: I keep him
No longer.
[He turns away, and stands so that MAX cannot pass by him nor approach the PRINCESS.]
MAX.
Thou know'st that I have not yet learnt to live
Without thee! I go forth into a desert,
Leaving my all behind me. O do not turn
Thine eyes away from me! O once more show me
Thy ever dear and honor'd countenance!
[MAX attempts to take his hand, but is repelled; he turns to the COUNTESS.]
Is there no eye that has a look of pity for me?
[The COUNTESS turns away from him; he turns to the DUCHESS.]