Neubrunn. Dares he, without the knowledge of his lord?
Thekla. He will. Go, only go. Delay no longer.
Neubrunn. Dear lady! and your mother?
Thekla. Oh! my mother!
Neubrunn. So much as she has suffered too already; [40]
Your tender mother—Ah! how ill prepared
For this last anguish!
Thekla. Woe is me! my mother! [Pauses.
Go instantly.
Neubrunn. But think what you are doing!
Thekla. What can be thought, already has been thought.
Neubrunn. And being there, what purpose you to do? 45
Thekla. There a divinity will prompt my soul.