Faustine
Ah! There is more than woman, in a woman who loves as I do.
Fontanares
And, as you are not a woman, I could kill you.
Faustine What of that, provided it were your hand that did it? (Aside) He hates me!
Fontanares
I am seeking for—
Faustine
Is it anything I can find for you?
Fontanares
—A punishment great enough for your crime.
Faustine Can there be any punishment which a woman who loves can feel? Come, try me.
Fontanares You love me, Faustine. Am I all of life to you? Do you really make my grief your own?
Faustine
One pang of yours becomes a thousand pangs to me!
Fontanares If then I die, you will die also. 'Tis plain, therefore, although your life is not worthy to be set against the love that I have lost, my course is taken.