Where shall I find it, if not with you and my own father?
You have always cared for me; you betray it, and after all you know I am not a bad man, do you not?
Be content with my love and take me to my father, yourself.

Help me persuade him to listen to me.

I have something here which you can give him from me; you will see that it will soften his heart!" "Then give it to me," replied Ruth, "but whatever it may be--believe me, Ulrich, so long as you command the Spanish mutineers, he will remain hard, hard as his own iron!" "Spaniards! Mutineers! Nonsense! Whoever wishes to love, can love; the rest may be settled afterwards.

You don't know how high my heart throbs, now that I am near you, now that I see and hear you.

You are my good angel and must remain so, now look here.