WALLENSTEIN.
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NEUBRUNN.
So much as she has suffer'd too already;
Your tender mother—Ah! how ill prepar'd
For this last anguish!
So much as she has suffer'd too already;
Your tender mother—Ah! how ill prepar'd
For this last anguish!
THEKLA.
Woe is me! my mother!
(pauses.)
Go instantly.
Woe is me! my mother!
(pauses.)
Go instantly.
NEUBRUNN.
But think what you are doing!
But think what you are doing!
THEKLA.
What can be thought, already has been thought.
What can be thought, already has been thought.
NEUBRUNN.
And being there, what purpose you to do?
And being there, what purpose you to do?
THEKLA.
There a Divinity will prompt my soul.
There a Divinity will prompt my soul.
NEUBRUNN.
Your heart, dear lady, is disquieted!
And this is not the way that leads to quiet.
Your heart, dear lady, is disquieted!
And this is not the way that leads to quiet.
THEKLA.
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!
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!
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