I love you. You have broken me.
I love you. I can never look an honest man in the face again. I
love you. Though the shade of my father should rise to accuse me,
still would I say that I love you. Madame, will you find
another love like mine, the first love of a man who will know no
second? Forgive me if I rejoice in your despair, for your
despair is my hope. As a queen you would be too far away; but in
your misfortune you come so near! Madame, I shall follow you
wherever you go to tell you that I love you. You will never be
able to shut your ears to my voice; far or near, you will always
hear me saying that I love you. Ambition soars but a little way;
love has no fetters. Madame, your lips were given to me. Can you
forget that?"
"Monsieur, what do you wish?" subdued by the fervor of his tones.
"You! nothing in the world but you."
"Princesses such as I am do not wed for love. What! you take
advantage of my misfortune, the shattering of my dreams, to
force your love upon me?"
"Madame," the pride of his race lighting his eyes, "confess to
me that you did not win my love to play with it. If my heart was
necessary to your happiness, which lay in these shattered dreams,
tell me, and I will go.
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