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 From lowest stable duty I climb'd up, Such was the fate of war, to this high rank, The plaything of a whimsical good fortune. And Wallenstein too is a child of luck, I love a fortune that is like my own.

All powerful souls have kindred with each other.

This is an awful moment! to the brave, To the determin'd, an auspicious moment. The Prince of Weimar arms, upon the Main To found a mighty dukedom. He of Halberstadt, That, wanted but a longer life To have mark'd out with his good sword a lordship That should reward his courage. Who of these Equals our Friedland? There is nothing, nothing So high, but he may set the ladder to it!

That's spoken like a man!

Do you secure the Spaniard and Italian— I'll be your warrant for the Scotchman Lesly. Come! to the company!

Where is the master of the cellar? Ho! Let the best wines come up. Ho! cheerly, boy! Luck comes to-day, so give her hearty welcome. [Exeunt, each to his table. SCENE