I have one word, one cry, one exorcism:
Avé Maria!
Venus.
Mercy! Mercy, God!
[Thunder rolls in the lightning-riven sky. All the illusion vanishes, and Tannhäuser finds himself in a cross-way of the forest, where is a Crucifix. He is kneeling at the foot, amazed, as one awakening from a dream, or from a vision of mysterious power.
Tannhäuser.
I am escapéd as a little bird
Out of the fowler’s net. I thank Thee, God!
For in the pit of horror, and the clay
Of death I cried, and Thou hast holpen me,