Countess. Max Piccolomini loves you. You can link him
Indissolubly to your father.

Thekla. I?
What need of me for that? And is he not
Already linked to him?

Countess. He was.

Thekla. And wherefore
Should he not be so now—not be so always? 25

Countess. He cleaves to the Emperor too.

Thekla. Not more than duty
And honour may demand of him.

Countess. We ask
Proofs of his love, and not proofs of his honour.
[[728]] Duty and honour!
Those are ambiguous words with many meanings. [30]
You should interpret them for him: his love
Should be the sole definer of his honour.

Thekla. How?

Countess. The Emperor or you must he renounce.

Thekla. He will accompany my father gladly
In his retirement. From himself you heard, [35]
How much he wished to lay aside the sword.