Hath eaten life out! Let him curse and hate me!
Yet that were hard to bear! My misery, sure
Might claim some pity! I would fain be thought on
With grief, but not with scorn. I’d be remembered
Like a dim, far off vision, wan and sad,
Leaving a mournful yet a softened image,
Mellowed by passing time to tenderer hues,
To fade at length, like tremulous light, away!
Enter Stefano with a paper.
Stefano.