Who looked to them are clothed and comforted,
The hungry fed, the sick and dying healed.
Mar. Her work is all her own, and would be so
Though Heaven sent the best of all good angels!
[Gretchen appears at door, dressed in white. She is pale and weak.
Gret. Lisa, thy hand!
Lisa.Gretchen, what dost thou here?
Gret. My heart is sad. I cannot rest in peace.
Mar. But thou shouldst not have left thy bed, dear child.
The night is cold.