Wallenstein's Camp: A Play

FIRST CUIRASSIER. And can you, who've the rank of a Friedland man, So shamefully cast yourself away, As to try your luck with the boor at play? Let him run off, so that run he can.

TRUMPETER. Yet your pointed collar is clean and sightly, And, then, your hose that sit so tightly! Your linen so fine, with the hat and feather, Make a show of smartness altoget...

Enter Miners, and play a waltz--at first slowly, and afterwards quicker. The first Yager dances with the girl, the Sutler-woman with the recruit. The girl springs away, and the...

RECRUIT (sings). The drum and the fife, War's rattling throng, And a wandering life The world along! Swift steed--and a hand To curb and command-- With a blade by the side, We'r...

SUTLER-WOMAN. The same in sooth--and you I know, Are the lanky Peter of Itzeho: Who at Glueckstadt once, in revelling night, With the wags of our regiment, put to flight All his...

Sutlers' tents--in front, a Slop-shop. Soldiers of all colors and uniforms thronging about. Tables all filled. Croats and Hulans cooking at a fire. Sutler-woman serving out wine...

SERGEANT. Tush! that's mere show-- 'Tis the troops collected from other lands Who here at Pilsen have joined our bands-- We must do the best we can t' allure 'em, With plentiful...

SERGEANT. Listen--'Tis not so untrue as it appears; For Friedland was rather mysteriously born, And is 'specially troubled with ticklish ears; He can never suffer the mew of a c...

FIRST YAGER (to the Trumpeter). Let 'em go! they're of Tiefenbach's corps, the railers, A glorious train of glovers and tailors! At Brieg, in garrison, long they lay; What shoul...