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6787	Schiller, Friedrich	The Death of Wallenstein			.txt	text/plain	37514	6071	92	Thy foes, who stretch their hands with joy to greet thee. Forget thou thy old hopes, cast far away Thou didst but wish to prove thy fealty; Canst thou consent to bear thyself to thy own grave, Hast thou thy life-long measured to no purpose? Soft cradled thee thy fortune till to-day; Thou must needs choose thy party in the war I'll make thy peace for thee with the emperor. Him wilt thou let slip from thee, Thou gavest him thy own horses to flee from thee. Thou hast gained thy point, Octavio! Think'st thou that, fool-like, I shall let thee go, Thy heart's wild impulse only dost thou follow. Thou art describing thy own father's heart. What did thy father for thee, On me thou art planted, I am thy emperor; For that thou held'st thy friend more worth to thee For the first time, thy friend was to thee dead;	./cache/6787.txt	./txt/6787.txt