Mar. Too late! Oh, Heaven, too late!
Lisa.Oh, Gretchen, Gretchen!
Poor loved one—speak to us—one word! one word!
Oh, Heaven, pity us!
Gret.Nay, gentle one,
Weep not for Gretchen—three sad months ago
Poor Gretchen died! ’Tis a long time to mourn,
Three months! Nay, Martha, dry thine eyes again,
And deck thyself as for a holiday.
Rejoice with me—