COUNTESS.
But there is brought to me from your equerry
A splendid richly-plated hunting dress
So to remunerate me for my trouble———
Yes, yes, remunerate me! Since a trouble
It must be, a mere office, not a favour
Which I leapt forward to receive, and which
I came already with full heart to thank you for.
No! 'twas not so intended, that my business
Should be my highest best good fortune!
(Tertsky enters, and delivers letters to the
Duke, which he breaks open hurryingly.)
My every fortune, every lovely hope.
Inextricably as in some magic ring
In this name hath my destiny charm-bound me!
COUNTESS.