Even as I have torn him from my heart,
Then I could die in hope!
Mar.Ah! Gretchen, Gretchen,
Pray Heaven thy love be dead!
Gret.I have no love.
There is no biding place for earthly love
Within a heart rent with the agony
Of sacrilege, unpardoned, unatoned.
Her minister! her chosen instrument!
And I—— Oh, Heaven, have mercy on my soul!