Tannhäuser.
Who are you, sir, stood smiling, nonchalant,
At all the turmoil, ridiculing it?
You knew the secret symbol of my life,
You forced me to that miserable song.
The Unknown Minstrel.
My name, sir, at your service, is Geschicht.
Tannhäuser.
Sent? And the purpose of your coming here?
You must wield power to keep them silent so,