Vav. I do not love the world.
My darling sister found her sorrow there—
The world is naught to me. This tiny isle,
But half a league in girth holds all I love.
My world is where thou art—there let me stay
For the few months that yet remain to me!
I think my time on earth will be but brief.
Hil. Hush, hush, Vavir. I will not hear these things.
Vav. My life has been a very happy life,
So free from pain and sorrow of its own