Duchess (clinging to him). Gracious heaven! What is it?
Wallenstein. Be tranquil! leave me, sister! dearest wife!
We are in camp, and this is nought unusual;
Here storm and sunshine follow one another
With rapid interchanges. These fierce spirits 25
Champ the curb angrily, and never yet
Did quiet bless the temples of the leader.
If I am to stay, go you. The plaints of women
Ill suit the scene where men must act.
[He is going: Tertsky returns.
Tertsky. Remain here. From this window must we see it. 30
Wallenstein (to the Countess). Sister, retire!
Countess. No—never.
Wallenstein. 'Tis my will.
Tertsky (leads the Countess aside, and drawing her attention to the Duchess).
Theresa!
Duchess. Sister, come! since he commands it.