Venus.
Answer that call—and thou art lost indeed!
Wake thou thy spirit in this hateful sleep,
Keeping the vision, rise, and spit on her!
Tannhäuser.
Spit on Thy likeness? I who love Thee so?
Venus.
Yes, yes: obey me! She will leave thee then.
She hath assumed mine image! [Thunder.
Tannhäuser.