The mercy that we pray for, day by day?
Lisa (surprised). Oh, Gretchen, Gretchen!
Gret.Come, poor broken heart,
Look up—we are thy sisters as of old.
Bess. (half sobbing). If Gretchen can forgive thee, who are we
That we should hold aloof? We spake in haste;
Our hearts were turned to thee, despite our words.
[Bessie kisses her and exit.
Bar. You told me once that I’d a bitter tongue,
D’ye recollect it? Lisa, you were right.