Cath. Nay, spurn me not, she is my only daughter,
I pray thee help her, ’tis a little thing,
For thee who hath so much of worldly power,
To lift thy hand and by a single word
Restore her happiness.
Hild. O Woman, what would’st thou ask?
Cath. She is our daughter, awful Hildebrand,
Married short time unto that goodly priest
Gerbhert, of St. Amercia, at Milan.
Hild. O, God! O, God!