Tannhäuser

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. [£xti 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 ! 90