Felicia:
They robbed my child of all his spirit-power,
And in return I needs must wander forth
A monster in the sight of men, that fruits
May ripen for them, which work little good!
Spirit:
Yet thy work aids the welfare of mankind
And leads as well to thine own happiness.
Thy mother’s beauty and thy child’s own life
Will blossom for thee in a loftier way,