THEKLA.
Name it, I entreat you.
COUNTESS.
It lies within your power to do your father
A weighty service—
THEKLA.
Lies within my power?
COUNTESS.
Max Piccolomini loves you. You can link him
Indissolubly to your father.
THEKLA.
I?
What need of me for that? And is he not
Already link'd to him?
COUNTESS.
He was.
THEKLA.
And wherefore
Should he not be so now—not be so always?
COUNTESS.
He cleaves to the Emperor too.
THEKLA.
Not more than duty
And honor may demand of him.
COUNTESS.
We ask
Proofs of his love, and not proofs of his honor.
Duty and honor!
Those are ambiguous words with many meanings.
You should interpret them for him: his love
Should be the sole definer of his honor.
THEKLA.
How?
COUNTESS.
The Emperor or you must he renounce.
THEKLA.
He will accompany my father gladly
In his retirement. From himself you heard,
How much he wish'd to lay aside the sword.
COUNTESS.
He must not lay the sword aside, we mean;
He must unsheath it in your father's cause.
THEKLA.
He'll spend with gladness and alacrity
His life, his heart's blood in my father's cause,
If shame or injury be intended him.
COUNTESS.
You will not understand me. Well, hear then:—
Your father has fallen off from the Emperor,
And is about to join the enemy