Sorrow enough. I would not add to it
By telling her of such poor love as mine
For all the world holds dear. Some day, please Heaven,
I shall return with honours to my name
(If honours lie within my grasp, I’ll grasp them),
And then, if I’ve a name worth offering,
Maybe I’ll pluck up heart. Not now, not now.
But hush, she comes.
Enter Gretchen.
Gretchen, my sister Gretchen!