Wallenstein. Com'st thou from her? Is she restored? How is she? 10

Countess. My sister tells me, she was more collected
After her conversation with the Swede.
She has now retired to rest.

Wallenstein. The pang will soften,
She will shed tears.

Countess. I find thee altered too,
My brother! After such a victory [15]
I had expected to have found in thee
A cheerful spirit. O remain thou firm!
Sustain, uphold us! For our light thou art,
Our sun.

Wallenstein. Be quiet. I ail nothing. Where's
Thy husband?

Countess. At a banquet—he and Illo. [20]

Wallenstein (rises). The night's far spent. Betake thee to thy chamber.

Countess. Bid me not go, O let me stay with thee!

Wallenstein (moves to the window). There is a busy motion in the Heaven,
The wind doth chase the flag upon the tower,
Fast sweep the clouds, the sickle[794:1] of the moon, [25]
Struggling, darts snatches of uncertain light.
No form of star is visible! That one
[[795]] White stain of light, that single glimmering yonder,
Is from Cassiopeia, and therein
Is Jupiter. (A pause.) But now 30
The blackness of the troubled element hides him!
[He sinks into profound melancholy, and looks vacantly into the distance.

Countess (looks on him mournfully, then grasps his hand).
What art thou brooding on?