"No, no; do not say that!"
"Your fierceness makes me feel that you hate me—that you even wish to kill me."
"But you make me blind, I tell you, and then I know not what I say or do."
"What is it that maddens you so? What do you see in me?"
"Ah, I know not—I cannot tell!"
"But I know very well what it is!"
"Why do you torment yourself, I say? I love you! This is the love...."
"That condemns me! I must die of it! Call me once more by the name you gave me long ago."
"You are mine! You belong to me, and I will not lose you."
"Yes, you will lose me."