You knew ... but you do your parts—my part, I:
So be it! You flourish, I decay: all 's well.
Eu. I hear this for the first time.
Ch. The fault 's there?
Then my days spoke not, and my nights of fire
Were voiceless? Then the very heart may burst.
Yet all prove naught, because no mincing speech
Tells leisurely that thus it is and thus?
Eulalia, truce with toying for this once!
A banished fool, who troubles you to-night