[His eyes glance on THEKLA.
What other angel seek I? To this heart,
To this unerring heart, will I submit it,
Will ask thy love, which has the power to bless 35
The happy man alone, averted ever
From the disquieted and guilty — canst thou
Still love me, if I stay? Say that thou canst,
And I am the Duke’s ——
Countess. Think, niece ——
Max. Think nothing, Thekla!
Speak what thou feelest.
Countess. Think upon your father. 40
Max. I did not question thee, as Friedland’s daughter.
Thee, the beloved and the unerring god
Within thy heart, I question. What’s at stake?
Not whether diadem of royalty
Be to be won or not — that might’st thou think on. 45
Thy friend, and his soul’s quiet, are at stake;
The fortune of a thousand gallant men,
Who will all follow me; shall I forswear
My oath and duty to the Emperor?
Say, shall I send into Octavio’s camp 50
The parricidal ball? For when the ball
Has left its cannon, and is on its flight,
It is no longer a dead instrument!
It lives, a spirit passes into it,
The avenging furies seize possession of it, 55
And with sure malice guide it the worst way.
Thekla. O! Max ——
Max. Nay, not precipitately either, Thekla.
I understand thee. To thy noble heart
The hardest duty might appear the highest.
The human, not the great part, would I act. 60
Ev’n from my childhood to this present hour,
Think what the Duke has done for me, how loved me,
And think too, how my father has repaid him.
O likewise the free lovely impulses
Of hospitality, the pious friend’s 65
Faithful attachment, these too are a holy
Religion to the heart; and heavily
The shudderings of nature do avenge
Themselves on the barbarian that insults them.
Lay all upon the balance, all — then speak, 70
And let thy heart decide it.
Thekla. O, thy own
Hath long ago decided. Follow thou
Thy heart’s first feeling ——
Countess. Oh! illfated woman!
Thekla. Is it possible, that that can be the right,
The which thy tender heart did not at first 75
Detect and seize with instant impulse? Go,
Fulfil thy duty! I should ever love thee.
Whate’er thou had’st chosen, thou would’st still have acted
Nobly and worthy of thee — but repentance
Shall ne’er disturb thy soul’s fair peace.
Max. Then I 80
Must leave thee, must part from thee!
Thekla. Being faithful
To thine own self, thou art faithful too to me:
If our fates part, our hearts remain united.
A bloody hatred will divide for ever
The houses Piccolomini and Friedland; 85
But we belong not to our houses — Go!
Quick! quick! and separate thy righteous cause
From our unholy and unblessed one!
The curse of heaven lies upon our head:
‘Tis dedicate to ruin. Even me 90
My father’s guilt drags with it to perdition.
Mourn not for me:
My destiny will quickly be decided.
[MAX clasps her in his arms. There is heard from behind
the Scene a loud, wild, long continued cry, ‘Vivat
Ferdinandus,’ accompanied by warlike instruments.
[Before 3] Max (who … distance in a visible struggle of feelings,
advances). 1800, 1828, 1829.
[After 92] [MAX … in extreme emotion. There is … instruments.
MAX and THEKLA remain without motion in each other’s embraces. 1800,
1828, 1829.
SCENE X
To these enter TERTSKY.
Countess (meeting him). What meant that cry? What was it?
Tertsky. All is
lost!
Countess. What! they regarded not his countenance?
Tertsky. ‘Twas all in vain.
Duchess. They shouted Vivat!
Tertsky. To the Emperor.
Countess. The traitors!
Tertsky. Nay! he was not once permitted
