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 Not thy fate hath shewn him! Thy heart, say rather—'twas thy heart, my child!

Faith hath no voice but the heart's impulses. I am all his! His Present—his alone, Is this new life, which lives in me? He hath A right to his own creature. What was I Ere his fair love infus'd a soul into me?

Thou would'st oppose thy father, then, should he Have otherwise determin'd with thy person? (Thekla remains silent. The Countess continues.) Thou mean'st to force him to thy liking?—Child, His name is Friedland.

My name too is Friedland. He shall have found a genuine daughter in me.

What? he has vanquish'd all impediment, And in the wilful mood of his own daughter Shall a new struggle rise for him? Child! child! As yet thou hast seen thy father's smiles alone; The eye of his rage thou hast not seen. Dear child, I will not frighten thee. To that extreme, I trust it ne'er shall come. His will is yet Unknown to me: 'tis possible, his aims May have the same direction as thy wish. But this can never, never be his will, That