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Scene-a Gothic and gloomy apartment at the Duchess
Friedland's. Thekla on a seat, pale, her eyes closed. The Duchess and Lady Neubrunn busied about her. Wallenstein and the Countess in conversation.
Wal. How knew she it so soon?
She seems to have
A heavy, heavy blow!
(turning to the Duchess)
Her eyes are opening.
Where am I?
cheerly, Thekla ! be my own brave girl ! See, there's thy loving mother. Thou art in Thy father's arms.
Thek. (standing up) Where is he? Is he gone?
He-the man who utter'd
O! think not of it,
Give her sorrow leave to talk !
Thek. I am not ill. See, I have power to stand.
(She casts her eyes round the room, as seeking some
one.) Where is he? Please you, do not hide him from me. You see, I have strength enough: now. I will hear him.
Duch. No, never shall this messenger of evil
Thek. My father-
I'm not weak
Name it, my daughter.
No, never !
him, my daughter? Thek. Knowing the whole, I shall be more collected; I will not be deceiv'd. My mother wishes Only to spare me. I will not be spar'd. The worst is said already: I can hear Nothing of deeper anguish!
Coun. and Duch.
Do it not.
Wal. I see she is in the right, and am inclin'd
(Lady Neubrunn goes to call him.)
Permit her her own will.
but the heroine. (Going.)
Wal. Yes, ye stay here, plac'd under the protection
O take us with you, brother. Leave us not in this gloomy solitude
To brood o'er anxious thoughts. The mists of doubt
Wal. Who speaks of evil? I entreat you, sister,
Then take us with you.
Wal. The place's evil omens will I change,
The Swedish officer.
[Exit. Duch. (to Thekla, who starts and shivers) There-pale
as death !-Child, 'tis impossible That thou should'st speak with him. Follow thy mother. Thek. The Lady Neubrunn then may stay with me.
[Exeunt Duchess and Countess.
Thekla, the Swedish Captain, Lady Neubrunn.
Capt. (respectfully approaching her) Princess-1 must
entreat your gentle pardonMy inconsiderate rash speech-How could I
Thek. (with dignity) You have beheld me in my agony. A most distressful accident occasion'd You, from a stranger to become at once My confidant.
Capt. I fear you hate my presence, For my tongue spake a melancholy word.
Thek. The fault is mine. Myself did wrest it from you.
I am firm.-
Capt. We lay, expecting no attack, at Neustadt,
(Thekla betrays agitation in her gestures. The
officer pauses till she makes a sign to him to
Both in van and flanks