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Rh War intermit not during war, how then And whence can peace come?—Your own plagues fall on you! Even as I love what's virtuous, hate I you. And here I make this vow, here pledge myself; My blood shall spurt out for this Wallenstein, And my heart drain off, drop by drop, ere ye Shall revel and dance jubilee o'er his ruin.

Alas! alas! and stands it so? (Then in pressing and impatient tones.) What, friend! and do we let him go away In this delusion—let him go away? Not call him back immediately, not open His eyes upon the spot?

He has now open'd mine, And I see more than pleases me.

What is it?

Curse on this journey!

But why so? What is it? OCTAVIO.