God was requiting the wrong they had done to Poland.

Since then I have no longer hated the Prussians, but I despise them." "And whom do you hate now ?" she asked, gazing lovingly at him with her large, dreamy eyes.
"Him, the traitor, the actor, and liar, the Emperor Napoleon!" he cried, starting up and pacing excitedly to and fro.

"Ah, Leonore, why did you lay your hand upon the great, ever-aching wound in my heart?
Why did you ask about my hate when I wished to speak to you only of my love?
Why do you wish to see that my heart is bleeding when you ought only to know that it exults in love?
Yet perhaps it is better so; better that you should behold it wholly without disguise; that you should know it not only loves, but hates.

Leonore, all my love is yours, all my hate Napoleon's.

I came to Vienna by the behest of my hate, and for the first time, I found here what I had never known--love.