For all thou hast lost,” said her brother, “can he make amends unto thee.
From the River Rhone to the Rhine-stream, from the Elbe to the uttermost sea,
There is no king so mighty that men have known or seen.
Well might thine heart be gladdened that he chooseth thee for his Queen.”
She answered: “O brother belovèd, counsel not this, I implore!
Meeter for me are weeping and wailing evermore.
What have I to do with a palace, in the presence of knights to shine?
Long since my beauty hath faded, if beauty ever was mine.”
Now speaketh the Lady Uta to the daughter she loveth, and saith:
“Nay, do thou, daughter belovèd, as thy brother counselleth.