“Now woe upon such tidings!
is Rüdeger then dead?
This is the greatest sorrow
that e’er I sufferèd.
The noble Gotelinda
is child of aunt of mine.
Ay! woe for the poor orphans
who at Bechlaren pine.”
“Now woe upon such tidings!
is Rüdeger then dead?
This is the greatest sorrow
that e’er I sufferèd.
The noble Gotelinda
is child of aunt of mine.
Ay! woe for the poor orphans
who at Bechlaren pine.”