Am I likely to care for such a preciosa?
'Tis hard that we should have been together for so long, and you should still take me for a troubadour.

But if there is one thing that I despise and deprecate, it is all such figures in Berlin wool.

Give me a human woman--like myself.
You are my mate; you were made for me; you amuse me like the play.

And what have I to gain that I should pretend to you?
If I do not love you, what use are you to me?
Why, none.

It is as clear as noonday.' 'Do you love me, Heinrich ?' she asked, languishing.