Page:Wallenstein, a drama in 2 parts - Schiller (tr. Coleridge) (1800).djvu/236

 How? not one look Of filial love? No grasp of th' hand at parting? It is a bloody war, to which we are going, And the event uncertain and in darkness. So us'd we not to part—it was not so! Is it then true? I have a son no longer? {''Max. falls into his arms, they hold each for'' a long time in a speechless embrace, then go away at different sides.)