How shall I answer him?
Gott. Is aught amiss?
Bess.How well thou carriest
Thy new-born rank!
Gott. (impatiently). The devil take my rank!
Tell me of Gretchen!
[Bessie, at fault, watches her opportunity, and exit with Soldier.
Bar.Prithee, ask us not,
We would not say a word to give thee pain
On such a day.