Part 14 (1/2)
_The Ring._
But now I've speir'd that your father's dead, Fair Gundela!
_Gundela._
What matters my father? My mother lives still.
Ah, thank heaven for that!
_The Ring._
But now I've speir'd that your mother's dead, Fair Gundela!
_Gundela._
What matters my mother? My brother lives still.
Ah, thank heaven for that!
_The Ring._
But now I've speir'd that your brother's dead, Fair Gundela!
_Gundela._
What matters my brother? My sister lives still.
Ah, thank heaven for that!
_The Ring._
But now I've speir'd that your sister's dead, Fair Gundela!
_Gundela._
What matters my sister? My sweetheart lives still.
Ah, thank heaven for that!
_The Ring._
But now I've speir'd that your sweetheart's dead, Fair Gundela!
[_Here she sinks down overwhelmed with grief._]
_Gundela._
Say! can it be true, Which ye tell now to me, That my sweetheart's no more?
Ah, G.o.d pity me!
_The Ring._
But now I've speir'd that your father lives still, Fair Gundela!