Countess. O be not treacherous to thy own power.
Thy heart is rich enough to vivify 70
Itself. Thou lov'st and prizest virtues in him,
The which thyself did'st plant, thyself unfold.
Wallenstein (stepping to the door). Who interrupts us now at this late hour?
It is the Governor. He brings the keys
Of the Citadel. 'Tis midnight. Leave me, sister! 75
Countess. O 'tis so hard to me this night to leave thee—
A boding fear possesses me!
Wallenstein. Fear? Wherefore?
Countess. Should'st thou depart this night, and we at waking
Never more find thee!
Wallenstein. Fancies!
Countess. O my soul
Has long been weighed down by these dark forebodings. 80
And if I combat and repel them waking,
They still rush down upon my heart in dreams,
I saw thee yesternight with thy first wife
Sit at a banquet gorgeously attired.
Wallenstein. This was a dream of favourable omen, 85
That marriage being the founder of my fortunes.
Countess. To-day I dreamt that I was seeking thee
In thy own chamber. As I entered, lo!
It was no more a chamber; the Chartreuse
At Gitschin 'twas, which thou thyself hast founded, 90
And where it is thy will that thou should'st be
Interred.