Play on Words

full length · drama

The Death of Wallenstein

24 roles (0M / 0F / 24 any) · approx 203–281 minutes · 5 acts

Royalty-free Public domain — free to read, perform, and adapt. No licence needed.

Characters

Wallenstein lead 259 speeches
Butler supporting 161 speeches
Countess supporting 120 speeches
Thekla supporting 85 speeches
Octavio supporting 77 speeches
Gordon supporting 76 speeches
Terzky supporting 70 speeches
Illo supporting 64 speeches
Max minor 44 speeches
Duchess minor 42 speeches
Devereux minor 41 speeches
Neubrunn minor 28 speeches
Macdonald minor 26 speeches
Wrangel minor 26 speeches
Isolani minor 20 speeches
Anspessade minor 17 speeches
Captain minor 14 speeches
Seni minor 12 speeches
Burgomaster minor 6 speeches
Rosenberg minor 6 speeches
Groom Of The Chamber minor 4 speeches
Third Cuirassier minor 3 speeches
Both minor 3 speeches
Servant minor 3 speeches

Read the play

A spacious room in the Duke of Friedland's palace.

Wallenstein. (in armor) Thou hast gained thy point, Octavio! Once more am I Almost as friendless as at Regensburg. There I had nothing left me but myself; But what one man can do you have now experience. The twigs have you hewed off, and here I stand A leafless trunk. But in the sap within Lives the creating power, and a new world May sprout forth from it. Once already have I Proved myself worth an army to you--I alone! Before the Swedish strength your troops had melted; Beside the Lech sank Tilly, your last hope; Into Bavaria, like a winter torrent, Did that Gustavus pour, and at Vienna In his own palace did the emperor tremble. Soldiers were scarce, for still the multitude Follow the luck: all eyes were turned on me, Their helper in distress; the emperor's pride Bowed itself down before the man he had injured. 'Twas I must rise, and with creative word Assemble forces in the desolate camps. I did it. Like a god of war my name Went through the world. The drum was beat; and, to The plough, the workshop is forsaken, all Swarm to the old familiar long loved banners; And as the wood-choir rich in melody Assemble quick around the bird of wonder, When first his throat swells with his magic song, So did the warlike youth of Germany Crowd in around the image of my eagle. I feel myself the being that I was. It is the soul that builds itself a body, And Friedland's camp will not remain unfilled. Lead then your thousands out to meet me--true! They are accustomed under me to conquer, But not against me. If the head and limbs Separate from each other, 'twill be soon Made manifest in which the soul abode.

(ILLO and TERZKY enter.)

Courage, friends! courage! we are still unvanquished; I feel my footing firm; five regiments, Terzky, Are still our own, and Butler's gallant troops; And an host of sixteen thousand Swedes to-morrow. I was not stronger when, nine years ago, I marched forth, with glad heart and high of hope, To conquer Germany for the emperor.

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