Me and my husband.
Gerb. Margaret, back! as thou lovest me!
Nay, touch me not, I am a banished man,
Good Friends, brave Gellert, pardon my poor feelings.
For I am now afflicted by dread heaven
For some gone, unknown sin of my past youth.
Perchance I murdered one in hideous sleep,
Strangled some infant on its mother’s breast,
Violated some pure sanctuary;
That this dread blackness lieth on me now.