The Piccolomini: A Play






SCENE VI.

      To them enters the COUNTESS TERZKY.

   COUNTESS (in a pressing manner).
                 Come, come!
   My husband sends me for you. It is now
   The latest moment.
      [They not appearing to attend to what she says,
      she steps between them.
             Part you!

   THEKLA.
                   Oh, not yet!
   It has been scarce a moment.

   COUNTESS.
                  Ay! Then time
   Flies swiftly with your highness, princess niece!

   MAX.
   There is no hurry, aunt.

   COUNTESS.
                Away! Away!
   The folks begin to miss you. Twice already
   His father has asked for him.

   THEKLA.
                   Ha! His father!
   COUNTESS.
   You understand that, niece!

   THEKLA.
                  Why needs he
   To go at all to that society?
   'Tis not his proper company. They may
   Be worthy men, but he's too young for them;
   In brief, he suits not such society.

   COUNTESS.
   You mean, you'd rather keep him wholly here?

   THEKLA (with energy).
   Yes! You have hit it aunt! That is my meaning,
   Leave him here wholly! Tell the company——

   COUNTESS.
   What! have you lost your senses, niece?
   Count, you remember the conditions. Come!

   MAX (to THEKLA).
   Lady, I must obey. Fairwell, dear lady!
      [THEKLA turns away from him with a quick motion.
   What say you then, dear lady?

   THEKLA (without looking at him).
                   Nothing. Go!

   MAX.
   Can I when you are angry——

      [He draws up to her, their eyes meet, she stands silent a moment,
      then throws herself into his arms; he presses her fast to his heart.

   COUNTESS.
   Off! Heavens! if any one should come!
   Hark! What's that noise! It comes this way. Off!

      [MAX. tears himself away out of her arms and goes. The COUNTESS
      accompanies him. THEKLA follows him with her eyes at first, walks
      restlessly across the room, then stops, and remains standing, lost
      in thought. A guitar lies on the table, she seizes it as by a
      sudden emotion, and after she has played awhile an irregular and
      melancholy symphony, she falls gradually into the music and sings.

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