Eldest Pilgrim.
Cling to the Cross, sir, there is hope in that!
Tannhäuser.
You know not, friend, the man to whom you speak.
I have lived long in miracles enough,
Myself the crowning miracle of all,
That I am merely here. God speed you, sirs!
I ask your blessing, not to stay therewith
My soul’s own need (though that is dire enough)
But—he that blesseth shall himself be blessed!