A Voice: Look at that woman!
Tête-d'or: Who says that I am a woman?
Truly I am a savage virgin on whom you will not easily lay your hand!
Indeed I am a woman! Behold what manner of woman I am!
I bear a longing in me
Like the seduction of fire
Unconquerable. And I say to you that there is no one here, however vile, that I do not wish
To seize, that I do not desire
To lay hold on like roaring flame
That is not nice in choosing the fuel with which it burns!