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And as they stood on every side wedg'd in,
The Rhinegrave to their leader call'd aloud,
Inviting a surrender; but their leader,
Young Piccolomini-
(Thekla, as giddy, grasps a chair.)

Known by his plume,
And his long hair, gave signal for the trenches ;
Himself leapt first, the regiment all plung'd after,
His charger, by an halbert gor'd, rear'd up,
Flung him with violence off, and over him
The horses, now no longer to be curb'd

(Thekla, who has accompanied the last speech with

all the marks of increasing agony, trembles
through her whole frame, and is falling. The
Lady Neubrunn runs to her, and receives her in

her arms.)
Neub. My dearest Lady-

I retire.
Thek. . 'Tis over.
Proceed to the conclusion.

Wild despair
Inspir'd the troops with frenzy when they saw
Their leader perish; every thought of rescue
Was spurn'd; they fought like wounded tigers; their
Frantic resistance rous'd our soldiery;

A murderous fight took place, nor was the contest · Finish'd before their last man fell.

Thek. (faltering) And where Where is—You have not told me all.

Capt. (after a pause) This morning We buried him. Twelve youths of noblest birth Did bear him to interment; the whole army Follow'd the bier. A laurel deck'd his coffin ; The sword of the deceas'd was plac'd upon it,

In mark of honour, by the Rhinegrave's self.
Nor tears were wanting; for there are among us
Many, who had themselves experienced
The greatness of his mind, and gentle manners ;
All were affected at his fate. The Rhinegrave
Would willingly have sav'd him ; but himself
Made vain th' attempt-'tis said he wish'd to die.

Neub. (to Thekla, who has hidden her countenance)
Look up, my dearest Lady-

Where is his grave ?
Capt. At Neustadt, Lady; in a cloister church
Are his remains deposited, until
We can receive directions from his father.

Thek. What is the cloister's name?

Saint Catharine's.
Thek. And how far is it thither?

Near twelve leagues.
Thek. And which the way?

You go by Tirschenreit
And Falkenberg, through our advanced posts.

Is their commander ?

Colonel Seckendorf.
(Thekla steps to the table, and takes a ring from

a casket.) Thek. You have beheld me in my agony, And shown a feeling heart. Please you, accept

(giving him the ring) A small memorial of this hour. Now go! Capt. (confused) Princess

(Thekla silently makes signs to him to go, and

turns from him. The Captain lingers, and is about to speak. Lady Neubrunn repeats the signal, and he retires.)


Thekla, Lady Neubrunn.

Thek. (falls on Lady Neubrunn's neck) Now, gentle

Neubrunn, show me the affection
Which thou hast ever promis'd-prove thyself
My own true friend and faithful fellow-pilgrim.
This night we must away!

Away! and whither ?
Thek. Whither! There is but one place in the world.
Thither where he lies buried! To his coffin !

Neub. What would you do there ?

What do there?
That wouldst thou not have ask'd, hadst thou e'er lov'd.
There, there is all that still remains of him.
That single spot is the whole earth to me.
Neub. That place of death-

Is now the only place,
Where life yet dwells for me: detain me not!
Come and make preparations : let us think
Of means to fly from hence.

Your father's rage-
Thek. That time is past-
And now I fear no human being's rage.
Neub. The sentence of the world! The tongue of

calumny! Thek. Whom am I seeking ?

Him who is no


Am I then hastening to the arms- -O God!
I haste but to the grave of the beloved.

Neub. And we alone, two helpless feeble women ?

Thek. We will take weapons ; my arm shall protect

Neub. In the dark night-time ?

Darkness will conceal us.
Neub. This rough tempestuous night-

Had he a soft bed
Under the hoofs of his war-horses ?

Heaven ! And then the many posts of the enemy!

Thek. They are human beings. Misery travels free Through the whole earth. Neub.

The journey's weary length —
Thek. The pilgrim, travelling to a distant shrine
Of hope and healing, doth not count the leagues.

Neub. How can we pass the gates ?

Gold opens them.
Go, do but go.

Should we be recogniz'd-
Thek. In a despairing woman, a poor fugitive,
Will no one seek the daugter of Duke Friedland.

Neub. And where procure we horses for our flight ?
Thek. My equerry procures them. Go and fetch him.
Neub. Dares he, without the knowledge of his lord ?
Thek. He will. Go, only go. Delay no longer.
Neub. Dear lady! and your mother?

Oh! my mother !
Neub. So much as she has suffer'd too already ;

our tender mother-Ah! how ill prepar'd
For this last anguish!

Woe is me! my mother!

(Pauses.) Go instantly Neub. But think what you are doing !

Thek. What can be thought, already has been thought.
Neub. And being there, what purpose you to do?
Thek. There a Divinity will prompt my soul.

Neub. Your heart, dear lady, is disquieted !
And this is not the way that leads to quiet.

Thek. To a deep quiet, such as he has found,
It draws me on, I know not what to name it;
Resistless does it draw me to his grave.
There will my heart be eas'd, my tears will flow.
O hasten, make no further questioning !
There is no rest for me till I have left
These walls—they fall in on me--A dim power.
Drives me from hence-Oh mercy! What a feeling!
What pale and hollow forms are those ! They fill,
They crowd the place! I have no longer room here !
Mercy! Still more! More still! The hideous swarm !
They press on me; they chace me from these walls-
Those hollow, bodiless forms of living men!

Neub. You frighten me so, lady, that no longer
I dare stay here myself. I go and call
Rosenberg instantly.

(Exit Lady Neubrunn.


Thek. His spirit 'tis that calls me: 'tis the troop Of his true followers, who offer'd up Themselves t'avenge his death ; and they accuse me Of an ignoble loiteringthey would not Forsake their leader even in death-they died for him ! And shall I live? For me, too, was that laurel garland twin'd

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