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—