_Butler._ Set your hearts quite at ease. Ye save for Ferdinand His Crown and Empire. The reward can be No small one. _Devereux._ And 'tis his purpose to dethrone the Emperor? _Butler._ Yes!--Yes!--to rob him of his crown and life. 165 _Devereux._ And he must fall by the executioner's hands, Should we deliver him up to the Emperor Alive? _Butler._ It were his certain destiny. _Devereux._ Well! Well! Come then, Macdonald, he shall not Lie long in pain. 170 [_Exeunt BUTLER through one door, MACDONALD and DEVEREUX through the other._ LINENOTES: [13] _thinking_ 1800, 1828, 1829. [Before 16] _Butler (appeased)._ 1800, 1828, 1829. [28] _words_ 1800, 1828, 1829. [42] _Both (starting back)._ 1800, 1828, 1829. [45] thee, Macdonald] the Macdonald 1800. [65] _Devereux (hesitates)._ The Pestalutz-- 1800, 1828, 1829. [69] _must_ 1800, 1828, 1829. [70] _will_ 1800, 1828, 1829. [Before 72] _Devereux (after some reflection)._ 1800, 1828, 1829. [120] _him_ 1800, 1828, 1829. [121] _Butler (starting up)._ What? 1800, 1828, 1829. [122] flash] slash 1800, 1828, 1829. SCENE III SCENE--_A Gothic Apartment at the DUCHESS FRIEDLAND'S. THEKLA on a seat, pale, her eyes closed. The DUCHESS and LADY NEUBRUNN busied about her. WALLENSTEIN and the COUNTESS in conversation._ _Wallenstein._ How knew she it so soon? _Countess._ She seems to have Foreboded some misfortune. The report Of an engagement, in the which had fallen A colonel of the Imperial army, frighten'd her. I saw it instantly. She flew to meet 5 The Swedish Courier, and with sudden questioning, Soon wrested from him the disastrous secret. Too late we missed her, hastened after her, We found her lying in his arms, all pale And in a swoon. _Wallenstein._ A heavy, heavy blow! 10 And she so unprepared! Poor child! How is it? [_Turning to the DUCHESS._ Is she coming to herself? _Duchess._ Her eyes are opening. _Countess._ She lives. _Thekla (looking around her)._ Where am I? _Wallenstein (steps to her, raising her up in his arms)._ Come, cheerly, Thekla! be my own brave girl! See, there's thy loving mother. Thou art in 15 Thy father's arms. _Thekla (standing up)._ Where is he? Is he gone? _Duchess._ Who gone, my daughter? _Thekla._ He--the man who uttered That word of misery. _Duchess._ O! think not of it, My Thekla! _Wallenstein._ Give her sorrow leave to talk! Let her complain--mingle your tears with hers, 20 For she hath suffered a deep anguish; but She'll rise superior to it, for my Thekla Hath all her father's unsubdued heart.