Tell
me, have you never been roused from your slumber by a falling
teardrop, the pearl of my repentance, while I was gazing at you with
admiration--you--the martyr that I worshiped?
Fontanares
No! you are not a woman--
Faustine
Ah! There is more than woman, in a woman who loves as I do.
Fontanares
And, as you are not a woman, I could kill you.
Faustine
What of that, provided it were your hand that did it? (Aside) He hates
me!
Fontanares
I am seeking for--
Faustine
Is it anything I can find for you?
Fontanares
--A punishment great enough for your crime.
Faustine
Can there be any punishment which a woman who loves can feel? Come,
try me.
Fontanares
You love me, Faustine. Am I all of life to you? Do you really make my
grief your own?
Faustine
One pang of yours becomes a thousand pangs to me!
Fontanares
If then I die, you will die also. 'Tis plain, therefore, although your
life is not worthy to be set against the love that I have lost, my
course is taken.
Faustine
Ah!
Fontanares
With crossed arms I will await the day of my arrest. At the same
stroke the soul of Marie and my soul shall rise to heaven.
Faustine (flinging herself at the feet of Fontanares)
O Alfonso! Here, at your feet, I will remain till you have promised
me--
Fontanares
Leave me, shameless courtesan! (He spurns her.)
Faustine
You have spoken this openly and in public; but remember, men
oftentimes insult that which they are destined eventually to adore.
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