Volume 2 / Act 4 — Scene VI
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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! 5 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. O! my only hope;— To die beneath the hoofs of trampling steeds— 10 That is the lot of heroes upon earth! [Exit Thekla.[793:1]
(The curtain drops.)
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