Thekla. They are human beings. Misery travels free
Through the whole earth.
Neubrunn. The journey's weary length—
Thekla. The pilgrim, travelling to a distant shrine
Of hope and healing, doth not count the leagues. 30
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.