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!"