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 [Violently, seizing him by the arm] What is thy God to me? I cling to thee! I clutch thee!

Farewell!

[He dashes out. ''is on her knees clutching the cloak he has left in her hand. After a moment's stupor she rises to her full height. She raises her hands, grasping the cloak in her left hand and her dagger in her right, to the goddess'']

Smite him, thou! Slay him! Art thou a goddess and can'st not blast him? [With a sudden revulsion, she clasps the cloak to her breasts] Nay! I love thee! I love thee! [She sinks on the couch in a frenzy, and stabs and slashes the cloak with her dagger] I would this were thy heart! I would I had let thee rot in thy well! [Another change] Thy lips! Thy lips! [She presses the cloak frantically to her lips]