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Wallenstein's Camp

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2017
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SCENE V

The above – Two Yagers. Afterwards Sutler-woman, Soldier-boy, Schoolmaster, Servant-girl.

FIRST YAGER

See! see!
Here meet we a jovial company!

TRUMPETER

Who can these greencoats be, I wonder,
That strut so gay and sprucely yonder!

SERGEANT

They're the Yagers of Holk – and the lace they wear,
I'll be sworn, was ne'er purchased at Leipzig fair.

SUTLER-WOMAN (bringing wine)

Welcome, good sirs!

FIRST YAGER

Zounds, how now?
Gustel of Blasewitz here, I vow!

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 father's shiners – then crowned the fun —

FIRST YAGER

By changing his pen for a rifle-gun.

SUTLER-WOMAN

We're old acquaintance, then, 'tis clear.

FIRST YAGER

And to think we should meet in Bohemia here!

SUTLER-WOMAN

Oh, here to-day – to-morrow yonder —
As the rude war-broom, in restless trace,
Scatters and sweeps us from place to place.
Meanwhile I've been doomed far round to wander.

FIRST YAGER

So one would think, by the look of your face.

SUTLER-WOMAN

Up the country I've rambled to Temsewar,
Whither I went with the baggage-car,
When Mansfeld before us we chased away;
With the duke near Stralsund next we lay,
Where trade went all to pot, I may say.
I jogged with the succors to Mantua;
And back again came, under Feria:
Then, joining a Spanish regiment,
I took a short cut across to Ghent;
And now to Bohemia I'm come to get
Old scores paid off, that are standing yet,
If a helping hand by the duke be lent —
And yonder you see my sutler's tent.

FIRST YAGER

Well, all things seem in a flourishing way,
But what have you done with the Scotchman, say,
Who once in the camp was your constant flame?

SUTLER-WOMAN

A villain, who tricked me clean, that same
He bolted, and took to himself whate'er
I'd managed to scrape together, or spare,
Leaving me naught but the urchin there.

SOLDIER-BOY (springing forward)

Mother, is it my papa you name?

FIRST YAGER

Well, the emperor now must father this elf,
For the army must ever recruit itself.

SCHOOLMASTER

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