Are you so wrapped
In treacheries, helplessly false, even to yourself,
That now you do not know falsehood from truth,
Darkness from light?
ELINOR
O Robin, I was true
At least to you. If I were false to others,
At least I—
ROBIN
No—not that—that sickening plea
Of truth in treachery. Treachery cannot live
With truth. The soul wherein they are wedded dies
Of leprosy.
ELINOR
[Coming closer to him.]
Have you no pity, Robin,
No kinder word than this for the poor creature
That crept—Ah, feel my heart, feel how it beats!
No pity?
ROBIN
Five years ago this might have moved me!