DIDIER.
She's right. She's always right.
Although each hour brings us increasing woe,
You lavish on me love and joy and youth!
How happens it these blessings come to me,
When royal kingdoms were small pay for them—
To me, who give but anguish in return?
Heaven gave you—yes; but hell binds you to me.
For us to merit this unequal fate,
What good can I have done? What evil you?
MARION.
My only blessings come from you, my love!
DIDIER.
If you say that you think it, but it's wrong!
Oh, yes, my star of destiny is bad.
I know not whence I come, nor where I go.
My whole horizon's dark. Love, hark to me!
There's time yet; you can leave me and go back.
Let me pursue the gloomy route alone.
When all is ended and I'm tired out,
The couch that's waiting will be cold—ice-cold,
And narrow; there's not room enough for two.
Go back!
MARION.
That couch, dark, and mysterious,
I'll share it with you; that at least is mine.
DIDIER.
Will you not listen? Can't you understand?
You're tempting Providence to cling to me!
The years of anguish, love, may be so long
Your sweet eyes may grow sightless, just from tears.