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THE DEATH OF
COUNTESS.
She seems to have
Foreboded some misfortune. The report
Of an engagement, in the which had fallen
A Colonel of the Imperial Army, frighten'd her.
I saw it instantly. She flew to meet
The Swedish Courier, and with sudden questioning,
Soon wrested from him the disastrous secret.
Too late we miss'd her, hastened after her,
We found her lying in his arms, all pale
And in a swoon.
She seems to have
Foreboded some misfortune. The report
Of an engagement, in the which had fallen
A Colonel of the Imperial Army, frighten'd her.
I saw it instantly. She flew to meet
The Swedish Courier, and with sudden questioning,
Soon wrested from him the disastrous secret.
Too late we miss'd her, hastened after her,
We found her lying in his arms, all pale
And in a swoon.
WALLENSTEIN.
A heavy, heavy blow!
And she so unprepar'd! Poor child! How is it?
(turning to the Duchess.)
Is she coming to herself?
A heavy, heavy blow!
And she so unprepar'd! Poor child! How is it?
(turning to the Duchess.)
Is she coming to herself?
DUCHESS.
Her eyes are opening.
Her eyes are opening.
COUNTESS.
She lives.
She lives.
THEKLA. (looking round her.)
Where am I?
Where am I?
WALLENSTEIN. (steps to her, raising her up in his arms.)
Come cheerly, Thekla! be my own brave girl
See, there's thy loving mother. Thou art in
Thy father's arms.
Come cheerly, Thekla! be my own brave girl
See, there's thy loving mother. Thou art in
Thy father's arms.
THEKLA. (standing up.)
Where is he? Is he gone?
Where is he? Is he gone?
DUCHESS.
