So close you live and yet so far apart!
And must I rend this web, tear up, break down
The sweet and palpitating mystery
That makes her sacred? You—for you I mean,
Shall I speak, shall I not speak?
Mil. Speak!
Tresh. I will,
Is there a story men could—any man
Could tell of you, you would conceal from me?
I'll never think there 's falsehood on that lip.