Came from the heart—who called me by mistake?
Elizabeth.
So sure? You want me to confess again
The deep pure love, the love indicible.
Tannhäuser (to himself).
Words, thoughts, that fail her? How should acts exceed?
(Aloud.) Better sit thus and read each other’s thoughts—
I in the blue eyes, in the hazel you!
Then, bending, I may touch my lips upon
Sweet thoughtful brows.