Go, pray with all thy heart for such as I.
If thou hast pity—and I know thou hast—
Ask me no more, but go and pray for me!
Gott. Well, be it so. Enough that thou hast cause
To hide thy grief. May Heaven lighten it!
I seek to know no more. My love for thee
Is deathless as the faith it feeds upon!
Gret. Thy love for me comes of thy faith in me? Gottfried!
Let thy love die! Uproot it from thine heart;
It feeds on falsehood! Oh, uproot the weed;