GENEVIVA.
Not now; you must not call!
Not now; for he remembers—
CARLOMAN.
Ay, the harlot
Was once a girl, the monk was once a man.
If you would speak of life
Before it was apprenticed to these trades—
Of life and youth, virginity and love,
My ear will be as ripe for your confession
As his. We all remember; but our wisdom
Is to forget: our powers of penitence
Must be enfranchised, sin itself set free,
No clog or fetter on us!
GENEVIVA.
Carloman,
My husband!
CARLOMAN.
Your free lover. Oh, I burn,
Burn toward your beauty! How can you forgive
The years I simply owned you!
GENEVIVA.
Am I sweet,
So sweet to you—these lips so many men
Have kissed, this body.... But you bid me speak
Of life and youth, virginity and love,
And by a miracle I can. We two
Can argue of such matters.