Thekla. I am not ill. See, I have power to stand.
Why does my mother weep? Have I alarmed her? 25
It is gone by—I recollect myself— [She casts her eyes round the room, as seeking some one.
Where is he? Please you, do not hide him from me.
You see I have strength enough: now I will hear him.
Duchess. No, never shall this messenger of evil
Enter again into thy presence, Thekla! 30
Thekla. My father—
Wallenstein. Dearest daughter!
Thekla. I'm not weak—
Shortly I shall be quite myself again.
You'll grant me one request?
Wallenstein. Name it, my daughter.
Thekla. Permit the stranger to be called to me,
And grant me leave, that by myself I may 35
Hear his report and question him.
Duchess. No, never!
Countess. 'Tis not advisable—assent not to it.
