Come. [aside] Lost! Lost! Lost!
[They enter a neighbouring ruin.]
SCENE III
A Chamber in the Bishop's Palace at Bamberg. Elizabeth and Guta.
Guta. You have determined?
Eliz. Yes--to go with him.
I have kept my oath too long to break it now.
I will to Marpurg, and there waste away
In meditation and in pious deeds,
Till God shall set me free.
Guta. How if your uncle
Will have you marry? Day and night, they say,
He talks of nothing else.
Eliz. Never, girl, never!
Save me from that at least, O God!
Guta. He spoke
Of giving us, your maidens, to his knights
In carnal wedlock: but I fear him not:
For God's own word is pledged to keep me pure--
I am a maid.
Eliz. And I, alas! am none!
O Guta! dost thou mock my widowed love?
I was a wife--'tis true: I was not worthy--
But there was meaning in that first wild fancy;
'Twas but the innocent springing of the sap--
The witless yearning of an homeless heart--
Do I not know that God has pardoned me?
But now--to rouse and turn of mine own will,
In cool and full foreknowledge, this worn soul
Again to that, which, when God thrust it on me,
Bred but one shame of ever-gnawing doubt,
Were--No, my burning cheeks! We'll say no more.
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