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484 MEN AND WOMEN
And then approves the expected laugh of scorn
Returned as something noble from the rags.
Speak, Constance, I'm the beggar I Ha, what's this?
You two glare each at each like panthers now.
Constance-the world fades; only you stand there I
You did not in to-night's wild whirl of things
Sell me-your soul of souls for any price?
No-no-'Us easy to believe in you.
Was it your love's mad trial to o'ertop
1\1ine by this vain self-sacrifice? well, still­
Though I should curse, I love you. I am love
And cannot change I love's self is at your feet.
[QUEEN goes out.
Constance. Feel my heart; let it die against your own.
Norbert. Against my own I explain not; let this be.
This is life's height.
Consiance.
Norbert.
Yours I Yours I Yours I
You and 1-
'Vhy care by what meanders we are here
In the centre of the labyrinth? men have died
Trying to find this place out, which we have found.
Consiance. Found, found I
Norbert. Sweet, never fear what she can do-
'Ve are past harm now.
Consiance. On the breast of God.
I thought of men-as if you were a man.
Tempting him with a crown I
Norbert. This must end here-
It is too perfect I
Consiance. There's the music stopped.
'Vhat measured heavy tread? it is one blaze
About me and within me.
Norbert. Oh, some death
'Vill run its sudden finger round this spark,
And sever us from the rest­
Consiance.
And so do well.
Now the doors open-
Norbert.
Consiance.
'Tis the guard comes.
Kiss I
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