Will you separate two hearts which belong to each other?
Take me for your son-in-law, and I swear to be devoted and faithful, to love and honor you for your daughter's sake.

I can say no more--words cannot express all that I feel.

Love causes me to kneel before you, love makes me humble as a child.

I implore you to give me your daughter in marriage." "I also implore you," cried Marie, sinking down beside Moritz, "give to me this man, whom I love and honor, for my husband." It was a beautiful and impressive scene--these two young beings pleading for happiness; their eyes flashing with the inspiration of feeling, conscious that they were one in affection, and ready to combat the whole world for each other.

But Frau von Werrig was immovable, and the general was too much occupied with his gouty, throbbing leg even to cast a look upon the beautiful group of youth, love, manly determination, and tender resignation.
Outside the door, Trude knelt imploringly, with folded hands, while the tears ran down her old cheeks in big drops.