I am but little moved at thought of death.
I’ve stared his kingship out of countenance
A dozen times a day.
But, in the presence of this gentle child,
My well-beloved and loving kinswoman,
I am no better than a shaking coward!
Enter Gretchen.
Gott. Gretchen! At last!
Gret. (amazed).Gottfried!
Gott.Ay, home again!