Can teach but little. But if such a one
Come to me sorrowing for his bygone sins,
E’en though I loved him not,
In pity I would strive, with all my heart,
To help him, even as I pray for help.
I do not know why I should fear this man.
Faus. (earnestly). Because, with all his sorrow, he is false—
False to himself, and, maybe, false to thee.
Oh, Gretchen, deal not lightly with my words;
Weigh them, and weigh them, o’er and o’er again.