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246 What? Why so pale?

She does not love me!

What?

'Tis you she loves!

No!

—For she loves me only for my soul!

Truly?

Yes! Thus—you see, that soul is you,…

Therefore, 'tis you she loves!—And you—love her!

I?

Oh, I know it!

Ay, 'tis true!

You love

To madness!