Discoveredst

In thoſe days: Jeremy ſaid: Lord, thou haſt ſhewed it me, and I know it: then thou diſcoveredſt to me their deſigns.

[…] and thou, O Minerva, who diſcoveredſt the olive: […]

Of one thing I will e’en rebuke thee, so thou mayst never more fall into a like error, and that is that thou discoveredst not to me thy love, knowing that I was enamoured of her and knew nothing of thy passion; […]

“The penitent in spirit,” said the old man, “it was him—I represented; thou thyself once devisedst this expression— / —The poet and magician who at last turneth his spirit against himself, the transformed one who freezeth to death by his bad science and conscience. And just acknowledge it: it was long, O Zarathustra, before thou discoveredst my trick and lie! Thou believedst in my distress when thou heldest my head with both thy hands,— / —I heard thee lament ‘we have loved him too little, loved him too little!’ Because I so far deceived thee, my wickedness rejoiced in me.”