The Death of Wallenstein (play)

SCENE XII.

THEKLA.

His spirit 'tis that calls me: 'tis the troop

Of his true followers, who offered up

Themselves to avenge his death: and they accuse me

Of an ignoble loitering-they would not

Forsake their leader even in his death; they died for him,

And shall I live?

For me too was that laurel garland twined

That decks his bier. Life is an empty casket:

I throw it from me. Oh, my only hope;

To die beneath the hoofs of trampling steeds-

That is a lot of heroes upon earth!

[Exit THEKLA. [10]

(The Curtain drops.)