[793:1] The soliloquy of Thekla consists in the original of six-and-twenty lines, twenty of which are in rhymes of irregular recurrence. I thought it prudent to abridge it. Indeed the whole scene between Thekla and Lady Neubrunn might, perhaps, have been omitted without injury to the play. _1800_, _1828_, _1829_. LINENOTES: [4] _they_ 1800, 1828, 1829. [5] _they_ 1800, 1828, 1829. [6] _I_ 1800, 1828, 1829. ACT V SCENE I SCENE--_A Saloon, terminated by a gallery which extends far into the back-ground. WALLENSTEIN sitting at a table. The_ Swedish Captain _standing before him._ _Wallenstein._ Commend me to your lord. I sympathize In his good fortune; and if you have seen me Deficient in the expressions of that joy Which such a victory might well demand, Attribute it to no lack of good will, 5 For henceforth are our fortunes one. Farewell, And for your trouble take my thanks. To-morrow The citadel shall be surrendered to you On your arrival. [_The_ Swedish Captain _retires. WALLENSTEIN sits lost in thought, his eyes fixed vacantly, and his head sustained by his hand. The COUNTESS TERTSKY enters, stands before him awhile, unobserved by him; at length he starts, sees her, and recollects himself._ _Wallenstein._ Com'st thou from her? Is she restored? How is she? 10 _Countess._ My sister tells me, she was more collected After her conversation with the Swede. She has now retired to rest. _Wallenstein._ The pang will soften, She will shed tears. _Countess._ I find thee altered too, My brother! After such a victory 15 I had expected to have found in thee A cheerful spirit. O remain thou firm! Sustain, uphold us! For our light thou art, Our sun. _Wallenstein._ Be quiet. I ail nothing. Where's Thy husband? _Countess._ At a banquet--he and Illo. 20 _Wallenstein (rises)._ The night's far spent. Betake thee to thy chamber. _Countess._ Bid me not go, O let me stay with thee! _Wallenstein (moves to the window)._ There is a busy motion in the Heaven, The wind doth chase the flag upon the tower, Fast sweep the clouds, the sickle[794:1] of the moon, 25 Struggling, darts snatches of uncertain light. No form of star is visible! That one White stain of light, that single glimmering yonder, Is from Cassiopeia, and therein Is Jupiter. (_A pause._) But now 30 The blackness of the troubled element hides him! [_He sinks into profound melancholy, and looks vacantly into the distance._ _Countess (looks on him mournfully, then grasps his hand)._ What art thou brooding on?