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Friedrich Schiller. Love and Intrigue
Love and Intrigue
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LOVE AND INTRIGUE
A TRAGEDY. By Friedrich Schiller
ACT I
SCENE I
SCENE II
SCENE III
SCENE IV
SCENE V.—A Chamber in the PRESIDENT.'S House
SCENE VI
SCENE VII
ACT II
SCENE I.—A room in LADY MILFORD'S house. On the right of the stage
SCENE II.—An old valet of the DUKE'S, with a casket of jewels. The
SCENE III.—FERDINAND VON WALTER. The former
FERDINAND (with a slight bow). I hope I do not interrupt your ladyship?
SCENE IV.—Miller's House
SCENE V
SCENE VI
SCENE VII
ACT III
SCENE I
SCENE II
SCENE III
SCENE IV.—Room in MILLER'S House
SCENE V
SCENE VI
ACT IV
SCENE I. Saloon in the PRESIDENT'S House
SCENE II
SCENE III
SCENE IV
SCENE V
SCENE VI.—A magnificent Saloon in LADY MILFORD'S House
SCENE VII
SCENE VIII
SCENE IX
ACT V
SCENE I.—Twilight; a room in MILLER'S house
SCENE II
SCENE III
SCENE IV
SCENE V
SCENE VI
SCENE VII
SCENE VIII
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Friedrich Schiller
A Tragedy
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MILLER (with melancholy, serious voice). I thought my Louisa had forgotten that name in her devotions?
LOUISA (after looking at him steadfastly for some time). I understand you, father. I feel the knife which stabs my conscience; but it comes too late. I can no longer pray, father. Heaven and Ferdinand divide my bleeding soul, and I fear—I fear—(after a pause). Yet no, no, good father. The painter is best praised when we forget him in the contemplation of his picture. When in the contemplation of his masterpiece, my delight makes me forget the Creator,—is not that, father, the true praise of God?
