« ПредыдущаяПродолжить »
She hath avenged the blood of Isidore !
Oh! couldst thou forget me! Dies. [Alvar and Teresa bend over the body of Ordonio. Alh. (to the Moors). I thank thee, Heaven! thou
hast ordain'd it wisely, That still extremes bring their own cure. That point In misery, which makes the oppressed Man Regardless of his own life, makes him too Lord of the Oppressor's—Knew I a hundred men Despairing, but not palsied by despair, This arm should shake the Kingdoms of the World; The deep foundations of iniquity Should sink away, earth groaning from beneath them; The strong-holds of the cruel men should fall, Their Temples and their niountainous Towers should
Till Desolation seem'd a beautiful thing.
with armed Peasants and Servants, Zulimez and
arms. Alv. Turn not thy face that way, my father! hide, Oh hide it from his eye! Oh let thy joy Flow in unmingled stream through thy first blessing.
[Both kneel to Valdez. Val. My Son! My Alvar! bless, Oh bless him,
Wallenstein, Duke of Friedland, Genrealissimo of the Imperial Forces
in the thirty years' war.
in-law of Wallenstein.
Generals under Wallenstein.