Thy lover comes; his vows are all fulfilled,

The foes have perished, all is now fulfilled.”

The Recluse.

“Alf! ’tis his voice indeed! My Alf, my love!

What! peace already! thou returnest safe?

Thou goest not forth again?”

Konrad.

“For love of God,

Ask thou no tidings!—Listen, my beloved!

Listen, and weigh with carefulness each word,