Countess. Yet I would have you look, and look again,
Before you lay aside your arms, young friend!
A gentle bride, as she is, is well worth it,
That you should woo and win her with the sword. 170
Max. O, that the sword could win her!
Countess. What was that?
Did you hear nothing? Seem'd, as if I heard
Tumult and larum in the banquet-room. [Exit Countess.
FOOTNOTES:
[647:1] In this and in Max's reply to it I have taken more liberty than in any other part of the play—except perhaps in Gordon's character of Wallenstein [Act III. Scene ii]. In truth, Max's reply after the first nine lines is almost my own, as are the first seven lines of Thekla's description. The remainder I take a little pride in as a specimen of translation, fully equal, and in diction and rhythmic feeling superior, to the original. S. T. C. MS. R.
No more of talk, where God or Angel Guest
With Man, as with his friend, familiar used
To sit indulgent.
Paradise Lost, ix. 1-3. 1800, 1828, 1829.