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Scene II
The Countess steps out from a Closet.
Count and Countess Tertsky.
Tertsky. Well—is she coming?—I can keep him back
No longer.
Countess. She will be there instantly.
You only send him.
Tertsky. I am not quite certain,
I must confess it, Countess, whether or not
We are earning the Duke's thanks hereby. You know, [5]
No ray has broken from him on this point.
You have o'er-ruled me, and yourself know best
How far you dare proceed.
Countess. I take it on me.
[Talking to herself, while she is advancing.
Here's no need of full powers and commissions—
My cloudy Duke! we understand each other— [10]
And without words. What, could I not unriddle,
Wherefore the daughter should be sent for hither,
Why first he, and no other, should be chosen
To fetch her hither! This sham of betrothing her
To a bridegroom,[641:1] whom no one knows—No! no!—-- [15]
This may blind others! I see through thee, Brother!
But it beseems thee not, to draw a card
At such a game. Not yet!—It all remains
Mutely delivered up to my finessing——
Well—thou shalt not have been deceived, Duke Friedland!
In her who is thy sister.—— 20