Put in chaines the poor girl suffered
And the duke creates his plans
He send Franziskus the old Monk,
So she would learn about her fate
[Monk:] «The lord`s not master of his temper
He will kill your father, kill your man
Give in, I plead you, or he`ll make it true!»
[Girl:] «Oh, Franziskus, I can`t do it
Been so happy but it faded
I love my father
I love my man
I will be faithful, whatever will come!»
Beeing told her decision
[The lord explodes:] «She lived to die, now it will be!»