10 THEKLA, THE SWEDISH CAPTAIN, LADY NEUBRUNN. CAPTAIN [respectfully approaching her]. You have beheld me in my agony. CAPTAIN. I fear you hate my presence, For my tongue spake a melancholy word. THEKLA. The fault is mine. Myself did wrest it from you. The horror which came o'er me interrupted Your tale at its commencement: May it please you, Continue it to the end. Renew your anguish. CAPTAIN. Princess, 'twill THEKLA. I am firm. I will be firm. Well-how began the engagement? CAPTAIN. We lay, expecting no attack, at Neustadt, Scarce had we mounted, ere the Pappenheimers, Their horses at full speed, broke thro' the lines, The Pappenheimers followed daringly 11 [THEKLA betrays agitation in her gestures. The Officer pauses till she makes a sign to him to pro ceed. CAPTAIN. Both in van and flanks With our whole cavalry we now received them, Young Piccolomini [THEKLA, as giddy, grasps a chair. Known by his plume, And his long hair, gave signal for the trenches; [THEKLA, who has accompanied the last speech with all the marks of increasing agony, trembles through her whole frame, and is fulling. The LADY NEUBRUNN runs to her, and receives her in her arms. My dearest lady— NEUBRUNN. CAPTAIN. I retire. THEKLA. 'Tis over. Proceed to the conclusion. CAPTAIN. Wild despair Inspired the troops with frenzy when they saw A murderous fight took place, nor was the contest THEKLA [faltering]. Where is-You have not told me all. And where CAPTAIN [after a pause]. This morning We buried him. Twelve youths of noblest birth NEUBRUNN [to THEKLA, who has hidden her coun tenance.] Look up, my dearest lady— THEKLA. Where is his grave? CAPTAIN. At Neustadt, lady; in a cloister church Are his remains deposited, until We can receive directions from his father. You go by Tirschenreit And Falkenberg, through our advanced posts. THEKLA. Is their commander? CAPTAIN. Colonel Seckendorf. Who [THEKLA steps to the table, and takes a ring from a casket. THEKLA. You have beheld me in my agony, And shewn a feeling heart. Please you, accept [giving him the ring. A small memorial of this hour. Now go? Princess CAPTAIN [confused]. [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. Here we have no studied lamentations-not a superfluous word is spoken; and yet those few short questions wring the heart of the reader. A more touching scene can hardly be imagined than these simple words produce; and why? Because they are the very words of nature. Let him who would write finely remember it. The present age has to contend with two faults in style -on the one hand, there is an inclination, in graver works, to imitate the inversions and rounded periods of the Latin, which are quite foreign to the genius and character of the English language: on the other, our poets and dramatists have set up the age of Elizabeth as a pattern of excellence, and fill their pages with antiquated expressions which are no longer familiar to us, and therefore sound quaint and odd, and thus impair the effect they were intended to produce. The exact middle way is |