Wolfram.
Begrudge
you,
no !
But — wish our luck were yours ?
Yes !
Come, Tannhauser,
there's
my hand on it !
Luck,
love,
and loyalty —the triple toast !
Foresters.
Tannhauser
!
Luck, and love, and loyalty
!
Tannhauser.
I thank you,
loving kinsmen and my friends.
But see, I am impatient to be gone !
Your horse—that favour
I shall not forget.
Nor linger to repay.
Good morrow then
!
Good sport all day !
Landgrave.
God speed
thee,
Tannhauser.
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Tannhauser.
Am I still dreaming
?
It was surely he
But such
an one, compact of suffering,
Of joy, of love, of pity, of despair ;
Half senseless,
half too subtle for my sense.
Wolfram.
He has passed through some unimagined
test,
Or undergone some sorrow.
Leave
it so !
I saw high grief upon
him,
and new love !
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