But Parsifal laughingly repulses them: "You, medley of flowers, gracious and wild," he says, "if you wish me to share in your sports widen this narrow circle."
"Why dost thou chide?"
"Because you are in conflict."
"We struggle for thy love."
"Do not struggle."
"Go. He wants me."
"No, he desires me."
"Dost thou repel me?"
"Art thou timid in the presence of women?"
"Thou lettest the flowers court the butterfly."