THEKLA.

If I’m to understand you, speak less darkly.

COUNTESS.

’Twas for that purpose that I bade her leave us. 
Thekla, you are no more a child.  Your heart
Is now no more in nonage:  for you love,
And boldness dwells with love—­that you have proved
Your nature molds itself upon your father’s
More than your mother’s spirit.  Therefore may you
Hear, what were too much for her fortitude.

THEKLA.

Enough:  no further preface, I entreat you. 
At once, out with it!  Be it what it may,
It is not possible that it should torture me
More than this introduction.  What have you
To say to me?  Tell me the whole, and briefly!

COUNTESS.

You’ll not be frighten’d—­

THEKLA.

Name it, I entreat you.

COUNTESS.

It lies within your power to do your father
A weighty service—­

THEKLA.

Lies within my power?

COUNTESS.

Max Piccolomini loves you.  You can link him
Indissolubly to your father.

THEKLA.

I? 
What need of me for that?  And is he not
Already link’d to him?

COUNTESS.

He was.

THEKLA.

And wherefore
Should he not be so now—­not be so always?

COUNTESS.

He cleaves to the Emperor too.

THEKLA.

Not more than duty
And honor may demand of him.

COUNTESS.

We ask
Proofs of his love, and not proofs of his honor. 
Duty and honor! 
Those are ambiguous words with many meanings.
You should interpret them for him:  his love
Should be the sole definer of his honor.

THEKLA.

How?

COUNTESS.

The Emperor or you must he renounce.

THEKLA.

He will accompany my father gladly
In his retirement.  From himself you heard,
How much he wish’d to lay aside the sword.

COUNTESS.

He must not lay the sword aside, we mean;
He must unsheath it in your father’s cause.

THEKLA.

He’ll spend with gladness and alacrity
His life, his heart’s blood in my father’s cause,
If shame or injury be intended him.

COUNTESS.

You will not understand me.  Well, hear then:—­
Your father has fallen off from the Emperor,
And is about to join the enemy
With the whole soldiery—­

THEKLA.

Alas, my mother!

COUNTESS.

There needs a great example to draw on
The army after him.  The Piccolomini
Possess the love and reverence of the troops;
They govern all opinions, and wherever
They lead the way none hesitate to follow. 
The son secures the father to our interests—­
You’ve much in your hands at this moment.

THEKLA.

Ah! 
My miserable mother! what a death-stroke
Awaits thee!—­No! she never will survive it.