He needs what in thine house so oft he found.
Felicia:
When thou wast still far off thy wearied step
Told me the tale which now thine eyes repeat;
That sorrow dwelleth in thy soul today.
Capesius (who has seated himself):
Even aforetime ’twas not granted me
To bring much merriment into thy home;
But special patience must I crave today
When, heavy-hearted and of peace bereft,