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I know what fate awaits me: She'll torture me to death!

Where did you get this information? O tell me, fom whose lips?

So-some one, who offered me her heart

And who is opposed to your marriage.

Oh no, oh no! A ch-ch-charming girl.

Oh no!

They are cursed things! They laid a snare for him! And therefore I must now find out, How to bring him to his senses.

No, no, no, That cannot be! They slander and shout, To separate us, They slander and shout My loved one deceived me.

He gave a shameful price for you.

Here it is, in black and white!

Yes, for three hundred gulden He has sold his bride.

Who would have believed it of him?

May God pardon him! Have I deserved such deep disgrace? It still resounds within me:

Be quiet, my poor child, Forget your false lover! Take a better one, Who's pure and true to you!

My child, take courage, Let things be as they are!

And if he deserted me, I'll ever remain free! I will sorrow life away In quiet solitude!

In forgetfulness Will your sorrow soon vanish!

Here, Wenzel, here, my little Wenzel! Forget your bashfullness!