Thekla. The pilgrim, travelling to a distant shrine
Of hope and healing, doth not count the leagues. 30

[[792]]Neubrunn. How can we pass the gates?

Thekla. Gold opens them.
Go, do but go.

Neubrunn. Should we be recognized—

Thekla. In a despairing woman, a poor fugitive,
Will no one seek the daughter of Duke Friedland.

Neubrunn. And where procure we horses for our flight? 35

Thekla. My equerry procures them. Go and fetch him.

Neubrunn. Dares he, without the knowledge of his lord?

Thekla. He will. Go, only go. Delay no longer.

Neubrunn. Dear lady! and your mother?