Countess. He parts not from you! He can not part from you.
Thekla. Alas for his sore anguish! It will rend 75
His heart asunder.
Countess. If indeed he loves you,
His resolution will be speedily taken.
Thekla. His resolution will be speedily taken—
O do not doubt of that! A resolution!
Does there remain one to be taken?
Countess. Hush! [80]
Collect yourself! I hear your mother coming.
Thekla. How shall I bear to see her?
Countess. Collect yourself.
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