The words I speak to thee, and thou to me.
Gret. (confused). Perhaps. It may be so. I will not promise.
Faus. Tell me again—Gottfried—thou dost not love him?
Gret. He is my brother, sir!
Faus.So he be alway!
There is, perchance, some other envied man
To whom the flower of thine heart is given?
Gret. Indeed, I have no lover, sir.
Faus.None?
Gret.None.