Not to herself the woman must belong,

Annexed and bound to alien destinies.

But she performs the best part, she the wisest,

Who can transmute the alien into self,

Meet and disarm necessity by choice;

And what must be, take freely to her heart,

And bear and foster it with mother's love.

THEKLA.

Such ever was my lesson in the convent.

I had no loves, no wishes, knew myself

Only as his-his daughter-his, the mighty!

His fame, the echo of whose blast drove to me

From the far distance, weakened in my soul

No other thought than this-I am appointed

To offer myself up in passiveness to him.

COUNTESS.

That is thy fate. Mould thou thy wishes to it-

I and thy mother gave thee the example.

THEKLA.

My fate hath shown me him, to whom behoves it

That I should offer up myself. In gladness

Him will I follow.

COUNTESS.

Not thy fate hath shown him!

Thy heart, say rather-'twas thy heart, my child!

THEKLA.

Faith hath no voice but the heart's impulses.

I am all his! His present-his alone.

Is this new life, which lives in me? He hath

A right to his own creature. What was I

Ere his fair love infused a soul into me?

COUNTESS.

Thou wouldst oppose thy father, then, should he

Have otherwise determined with thy person?

[THEKLA remains silent. The COUNTESS continues.

Thou meanest to force him to thy liking? Child,

His name is Friedland.

THEKLA.

My name too is Friedland.

He shall have found a genuine daughter in me.

COUNTESS.

What! he has vanquished all impediment,

And in the wilful mood of his own daughter

Shall a new struggle rise for him? Child! child!

As yet thou hast seen thy father's smiles alone;

The eye of his rage thou hast not seen. Dear child,

I will not frighten thee. To that extreme,

I trust it ne'er shall come. His will is yet

Unknown to me; 'tis possible his aims

May have the same direction as thy wish.

But this can never, never be his will,

That thou, the daughter of his haughty fortunes,

Shouldest e'er demean thee as a lovesick maiden

And like some poor cost-nothing, fling thyself

Toward the man, who, if that high prize ever

Be destined to await him, yet with sacrifices

The highest love can bring, must pay for it.

[Exit COUNTESS.

SCENE IX.

THEKLA (who during the last speech had been standing evidently

lost in her reflections).

I thank thee for the hint. It turns

My sad presentiment to certainty.

And it is so! Not one friend have we here,

Not one true heart! we've nothing but ourselves!

Oh, she said rightly-no auspicious signs

Beam on this covenant of our affections.

This is no theatre where hope abides

The dull thick noise of war alone stirs here,

And love himself, as he were armed in steel,

Steps forth, and girds him for the strife of death.

[Music from the banquet-room is heard.

There's a dark spirit walking in our house.

And swiftly will the destiny close on us.

It drove me hither from my calm asylum,

It mocks my soul with charming witchery,

It lures me forward in a seraph's shape,

I see it near, I see it nearer floating,

It draws, it pulls me with a godlike power-

And lo! the abyss-and thither am I moving-

I have no power within me not to move!

[The music from the banquet-room becomes louder.

Oh, when a house is, doomed in fire to perish,

Many and dark Heaven drives his clouds together,

Yea, shoots his lightnings down from sunny heights,

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