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Common terms and phrases
agitation arms army Austria bear Bethink blood BURGOMASTER BUTTLER calm camp CAPTAIN Carinthia castle Colonel confidence COUNTESS TERZKY Cuirassiers dark dearest deed deem'd DEVEREUX dost thou DUCHESS Duke Egra Emperor's hand evil eyes faithful fall fall'n false friends fate fearful feel forsake fortress fortune Frauenberg Friedland Gallas GEFREITER give GORDON hadst hand Hast thou hath hear Heaven hither honour hope hour ILLO intrusted ISOLANI leave live look MACDONALD messenger mighty mother murder NEUBRUNN never nought o'er OCTAVIO PICCOLOMINI Olmutz once Pappenheimers pause peace Pilsen Prague Prince Questenberg Ratisbon regiments remain Rhinegrave SCENE SERVANT should'st soul speak spirit stars Swedes Swedish sword thee THEKLA thine Emperor thou art thou hast Thou know'st thou may'st thou wert thou wilt thou would'st thy father thyself Tiefenbach To-morrow traitor treachery troops trusted Twas unto voice WALLENSTEIN word would'st thou WRANGEL
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Page 277 - GORDON. WALLENSTEIN. All quiet in the town ? GORDON. The town is quiet. WALLENSTEIN. I hear a boisterous music ! and the castle Is lighted up. Who are the revellers ? GORDON. There is a banquet given at the castle To the Count Terzky and Field-Marshal Illo.
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