But three months since, no happier maiden lived;
And now—kind Heaven help us all!—they say
She will not live to see her twentieth year!
Enter Lisa, unobserved.
Bar. Girls do not die of honest-hearted love.
(Maliciously.) They sometimes die of shame and penitence,
When love has carried them beyond themselves.
Lisa (coming forward). Foul shame on thee, who darest couple shame
With the most pure and perfect heart on earth!
May Heaven pardon thee thy bitter words!