GERT.
Whate'er great Heaven inflicts, we must endure;
But wrong is what no noble heart will bear.
STAUFF.
This house—thy pride—war, unrelenting war
Will burn it down.
GERT.
And did I think this heart
Enslaved and fettered to the things of earth,
With my own hand I'd hurl the kindling torch.
STAUFF.
Thou hast faith in human kindness, wife; but war
Spares not the tender infant in its cradle.
GERT.
There is a Friend to innocence in heaven.
Send your gaze forward, Werner—not behind.