Upon thy knees confess thy faithlessness,
That she may take thee to her heart again!
Be brave—go thou from my unhallowed arms
Back to the heavenly Bride from whom thou camest!
Faus. Gretchen, be merciful—have pity on me—
Think of our love—I know thou lovest me.
Think of the shame that must await thee here,
If thou art left, unfriended and alone,
To bear the burden I have placed on thee!
Gret. Think not of me—thy wrong to me is naught—