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And as they stood on every side wedg'd in,
Known by his plume,
(Thekla, who has accompanied the last speech with
all the marks of increasing agony, trembles
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.
Neub. (to Thekla, who has hidden her countenance)
Where is his grave ?
Thek. What is the cloister's name?
Near twelve leagues.
You go by Tirschenreit
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
Away! and whither ?
Neub. What would you do there ?
What do there?
Is now the only place,
Your father's rage-
calumny! Thek. Whom am I seeking ?
Him who is no
Am I then hastening to the arms- -O God!
Neub. And we alone, two helpless feeble women ?
Thek. We will take weapons ; my arm shall protect
Darkness will conceal us.
Had he a soft bed
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 —
Neub. How can we pass the gates ?
Gold opens them.
Should we be recogniz'd-
Neub. And where procure we horses for our flight ?
Oh! my mother !
our tender mother-Ah! how ill prepar'd
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. Your heart, dear lady, is disquieted !
Thek. To a deep quiet, such as he has found,
Neub. You frighten me so, lady, that no longer
(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 loitering—they 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