The Death of Wallenstein (Act 3 Scene 12) Friedrich Schiller (Ft. S. T. Coleridge)

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COUNTESS, DUCHESS, THEKLA.

THEKLA
(endeavoring to hold back the DUCHESS)
Dear mother, do stay here!

DUCHESS.
No! Here is yet
Some frightful mystery that is hidden from me.
Why does my sister shun me? Don't I see her
Full of suspense and anguish roam about
From room to room? Art thou not full of terror?
And what import these silent nods and gestures
Which stealthwise thou exchangest with her?

THEKLA.
Nothing
Nothing, dear mother!

DUCHESS
(to the COUNTESS).
Sister, I will know.

COUNTESS.
What boots it now to hide it from her? Sooner
Or later she must learn to hear and bear it.
'Tis not the time now to indulge infirmity;
Courage beseems us now, a heart collect,
And exercise and previous discipline
Of fortitude. One word, and over with it!
Sister, you are deluded. You believe
The duke has been deposed—the duke is not
Deposed—he is——