Friedrich Schiller,
The Piccolomini: A Play
“ TERZKY enters; and delivers letters to the DUKE, which he breaks open hurriedly. COUNTESS (to MAX.) . Remunerate your trouble! For his joy, He makes you recompense. 'Tis not unfitting For you, Count Piccolomini, to feel So tenderly—my brother it beseems To show himself forever great and princely. THEKLA. Then I too must have scruples of his love: For his munificent hands did ornament me Ere yet the father's heart had spoken to me. MAX Yes; 'tis his nature ever to be giving And making happy. ”
