You remember, Henry, how I once asked you whether you would cease to love me, if now God suddenly put a mask before my face, so that you could not recognize my features.

You replied to me: 'Nevertheless, I should love and adore you; for what in you ravishes me, is not your face, but you yourself--yourself with your glorious being and nature.

It is your soul and your heart which can never change, which lie before me like a holy book, clear and bright!' That was your reply to me then, as you swore to love me eternally.

Henry Howard, I now remind you of your oath! I am your Geraldine.

It is the same soul, the same heart; only God has put a mask upon my face!" Earl Surrey had listened to her with eager attention, with increasing amazement.
"It is she! It is really!" cried he, as she ceased.