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But I have come here for you.



You will not have my love again.



I know all. I have only come to tell you that you are a strumpet.



Have pity! My heart was thinking only of you.



I know all. You have become Vandergold’s wench. The enemy spared me, but you—you have plunged a knife into my heart!



I was hungry.



Oh, what have you done with our love?



I was sorry for my young life.



And what of my life? Did you not grieve for my life?



My heart is nothing but tears and nothing but love for you. But alas! you will never love me any more.



Oh, you are beautiful! You are as beautiful as you used to be! Don’t look at me. My heart is devoured by a bitter flame. You are a harlot, but you are beautiful. I love you, but I shall never bring it over me to forgive you. Come!