Sits on me as a cloud along the sky,
Which will not let the sunbeams through, nor yet
Descend in rain and end, but spreads itself
'Twixt earth and heaven, like envy between man
And man, an everlasting mist:—I will
Unto my pillow.
Fritz.May you rest there well!10
Stral. I feel, and fear, I shall.
Fritz.And wherefore fear?
Stral. I know not why, and therefore do fear more,