To tell me of some good and gentle girl
Who worthily has won his honest heart,
I’ll throw my loving arms around her neck,
And call her “sister,” as I call him “brother.”
Faus. Now Heaven forgive me, but those words of thine
Have freed my bosom from a load of care!
Gret. Didst thou then think I loved him not?
Faus.Nay, nay.
I feared thy love was more than sister-love.
Gret. Dost thou then fear the love that tends to wedlock?