Thekla. He will, I tell thee. Go! O, linger not!
Neu. Ah! And what will your mother do when you
Are vanish'd?
Thekla [recollecting this, and gazing with a look of anguish].
O my mother!
Neu. Your good mother!
She has already had so much to suffer.
Must this last heaviest stroke too fall on her?
Thekla. I cannot help it. Go, I prithee, go!
Neu. Think well what you are doing.
Thekla.All is thought
That can be thought, already.
Neu.Were we there,
What would you do?
Thekla.God will direct me, there.
Neu. Your heart is full of trouble: O my lady!
This way leads not to peace.