Play on Words

full length · drama

The Death of Wallenstein

by Friedrich Schiller · translated by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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

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GORDON, BUTLER (at first behind the scenes).

Butler. (not yet come into view of the stage) Here stand in silence till I give the signal.

Gordon. (starts up) 'Tis he! he has already brought the murderers.

Butler. The lights are out. All lies in profound sleep.

Gordon. What shall I do, shall I attempt to save him? Shall I call up the house? alarm the guards?

Butler. (appears, but scarcely on the stage) A light gleams hither from the corridor. It leads directly to the duke's bed-chamber.

Gordon. But then I break my oath to the emperor; If he escape and strengthen the enemy, Do I not hereby call down on my head All the dread consequences.

Butler. (stepping forward) Hark! Who speaks there?

Gordon. 'Tis better, I resign it to the hands Of Providence. For what am I, that I Should take upon myself so great a deed? I have not murdered him, if he be murdered; But all his rescue were my act and deed; Mine--and whatever be the consequences I must sustain them.

Butler. (advances) I should know that voice.

Gordon. Butler!

Butler. 'Tis Gordon. What do you want here? Was it so late, then, when the duke dismissed you?

Gordon. Your hand bound up and in a scarf?

Butler. 'Tis wounded. That Illo fought as he were frantic, till At last we threw him on the ground.

Gordon. (shuddering) Both dead?

Butler. Is he in bed?

Gordon. Ah, Butler!

Butler. Is he? speak.

Gordon. He shall not perish! Not through you! The heaven Refuses your arm. See--'tis wounded!

Butler. There is no need of my arm.

Gordon. The most guilty Have perished, and enough is given to justice.

[The GROOM OF THE CHAMBER advances from the gallery with his finger on his mouth commanding silence.

Gordon. He sleeps! Oh, murder not the holy sleep!

Butler. No! he shall die awake. [Is going.

Gordon. His heart still cleaves To earthly things: he's not prepared to step Into the presence of his God!

Butler. (going) God's merciful!

Gordon. (holds him) Grant him but this night's respite.

Butler. (hurrying of) The next moment May ruin all.

Gordon. (holds him still) One hour!

Butler. Unhold me! What Can that short respite profit him?

Gordon. Oh, time Works miracles. In one hour many thousands Of grains of sand run out; and quick as they Thought follows thought within the human soul. Only one hour! Your heart may change its purpose, His heart may change its purpose--some new tidings May come; some fortunate event, decisive, May fall from heaven and rescue him. Oh, what May not one hour achieve!

Butler. You but remind me How precious every minute is!

[He stamps on the floor.

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