FRA. I do not weep the less
For having known you.

GUI. So;--it will save you tears, then
To know me less.

FRA. Oh, Guido, how your face
Is changed,--I cannot think those are the eyes
That looked into my eyes a month ago!
What's come between us?

GUI. Nothing has come between us.
It is the simple snapping of a string
Too often played upon.

FRA. Ah!--but I know
Who snapped it! It will do you little good
To look at her,--she'll never look at you!

GUI. Be silent a moment!--Unless you would be silent
Longer!

FRA. Indeed! I shall speak out my mind!
You go beyond yourself! There is proportion
Even in a nature like my own, that's twisted
From too much clinging to a crooked tree!
And this is sure: if you no longer love me,
You shall no longer strike me!

MARIO. [Off stage.] Beatrice!