Der Wald: VII. Scene VI

I called you not!

Humbly I would speak with you!

Speak but do not linger say on and go!

At noon I missed you, and long sought you in the gloomy forest aisles, with many a lurking danger haunted: your train dismissed. With sudden jealousy Why thus alone?

When in lonely mood alone I wonder I love not him who spies on my path and dogs my footsteps.

My love you thus requite stab thus my heart, Iolanthe!

Ah turn not in wrath away, what fault is mine?
Does aught but your pleasure delight me who live and would die to serve you? You gave me your love Iolanthe, you gave me your love.

Nor sinner nor saint, you
wind-shaken reed would fain be Lord of my heart?
Fiercely Enough! Too weak the chain that held me. If
spell you cast, its power is gone, gone! And I am free!

As if fighting for breath Yon Woodman, you love him, you love him!

With wild defiance And what if I love him?
Who dares say me nay?

Our sport you have spoilt!

Have mercy! Have mercy!

Send these brawlers away and go, yes!
Go! She disappears in the cottage