I charge you by the woman we both have loved,
And by the pity, greater than that of a father for his child,
Which you must feel for me who am the image of yourself.
Do not leave me to languish in the depths in which I lie!
O father, O father, for am I not now your child,
By all that I lack, I beseech you!
See, I will not let go your hands,
And as did that woman when she died, I will hold them close against my cheek, thus,
Until you have answered me!
Simon: I could stay here the whole night through, not stirring from this place,