Ah me! ah me! and this is Agathè?
“Enough! enough! oh God! but I have pray’d
To thee, in early daylight and in shade,
And the mad-curse is on me still—and still!
I cannot alter the eternal will—
But—but—I hate thee Agathè! I hate
What lunacy hath made me consecrate:
I am not mad!—not now!—I do not feel
That slumberous and blessed opiate steal
Up to my brain—oh! that it only would,