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 To my well-beloved Dortha."

"Go not thither, Hermann! go not;

Send thy saddled steed to bring her."—

"Nay, I will not be uncourteous,

Will not let the guests draw hither,

While I tarry in my dwelling."

"Then let Herman's neck be broken;

Never let him wend him hither."

Hasten—hasten—hither hasten,

Viola, and guitars are playing,

Bubnowaks, and drums and trumpets.

As they passed across the meadow,

Underneath the shady lindens,

Hermann's faithful charger stumbled,

Hermann fell—his neck was broken.

Long they stood, and long they counselled,

While the music still was playing;

Long they counselled—whether onwards,