While I bit my lips till they bled,
And dug my nails into my hand,[570]
And heard with averted head[571]
What I’d guessed,[572] and could understand.
Every word was a serpent’s sting,
But wrapt[573] in my gloomy gown,
I sat, like a marble thing,
As she told me all![574] Sit down![575]
More wine,[576] Fra Giacomo!
One cup—if you love me! No?