Is it not dreadful?
My good father turns tyrant in this one thing; declares I shall never marry 'Jezebel's Daughter;' exiles me, by his paternal commands, to this foreign country; and perches me on a high stool to copy letters.

Ha! he little knows my heart.

I am my Minna's and my Minna is mine.

In body and soul, in time and in eternity, we are one.

Do you see my tears?
Do my tears speak for me?
The heart's relief is in crying freely.