Ere I beheld thee—
Josepha.Would thou never hadst!
Since I have been a blight upon thy hope,100
And marred alike the present and the future.
Werner. Yet say not so—for all that I have known
Of true and calm content—of love—of peace—
Has been with thee and from thee: wert thou not,
I were a lonely and self-loathing thing.
Ulric has left us! all, save thou, have left me!
Father and son—Fortune—Fame—Power—Ambition—