In pitying wonder that such things could be.
And now—
God pardon me, as thou wast, so am I!
Lisa. But, Gretchen, think of him, he loveth thee!
His heart is all thine own, oh, live for him!
Oh, Gretchen, for his sake, if not for ours!
Remember him—his life’s in thy hands!
Gret. Remember him!
Ay, I remember him! Had I the power
To blot him from my aching memory,