Is my swift death—so desolate am I!
I have not got one lover in the world,
Save only Tannhäuser. And he will go.
Tannhäuser.
One lover! Who makes up the equal soul
Of all the wickedness beneath the sun?
Lilith! Seek out thy children to devour!
Leave me. I go to my Elizabeth.
Venus.
O no! It kills me! That is naked truth.