I have said what I have said; if you do not believe me, go away, you annoy me....
Joyzelle.
Look me in the face.... Do you love her, since you lie like that?...
Lancéor.
No, I love no one and you less than the others....
Joyzelle.
Lancéor!... What have I done?... Perhaps, without knowing....
Lancéor.
Nothing, it is not that.... But I am not what you thought and I do not care to be.... I am like other men; I wish you to know it and make the best of it.... I want all our promises to be scattered to the wind of some new dream, like this dead leaf which I crumple in my hand.... Ah, the love of women!... Well, so much the worse for them!... I shall live like other men in a faithless world, where no one loves, where all oaths yield to the first test.... Ah, tears!... They were bound to come, I expected them!... You are hard, I know, and your tears are scarce.... I count them drop by drop!... You did not love me!... Love which comes thus, at the first call, is not that on which happiness is based.... In any case, it is not that which I hoped for.... More tears!... They flow too late!... You did not love me, I did not love you.... Another would have said.... Ah, another would have known!... But you, no, no; go away!... Go away, go away, I say!...