What! slay my innocent bird, my pretty bird, my very heart! I'll not
believe it. It is I whom they hate. I am sure they will kill me. You
shall never leave me, no, no, no, no! You shall not leave me, love,
never, never! Didst hear a noise? Methinks they are even here, ready to
plunge their daggers in our hearts, our soft, soft hearts! I think you
love me, child; indeed, I think you do!'
'Take courage, heart! There is no fear, my soul; I cannot love thee
more, or else I would.'
'All joy is gone! I ne'er shall sleep again. O my soul! art thou
indeed alive? Do I indeed embrace my own Alroy, or is it all a wild and
troubled dream, and are my arms clasped round a shadowy ghost, myself a
spectre in a sepulchre? Wicked, wicked men! Can it indeed be true? What,
slay Alroy! my joy, my only life! Ah! woe is me; our bright felicity
hath fled for ever!'
'Not so, sweet child; we are but as we were. A few quick hours, and all
will be as bright as if no storm had crossed our sunny days.'
'Hast seen Asriel? He says such fearful things!'
'How now?'
'Ah me! I am desolate. I have no friend.'
'Schirene!'
'They will have my blood. I know they will have my blood.'
'Indeed, an idle fancy.
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