Call me Solisa now.

I:3:18 ALAR.
Thy happiness --

I:3:19 SOL.
O! no, no, no, not happiness, at least
Not from those lips.

I:3:20 ALAR.
Indeed it is a name
That ill becomes them.

I:3:21 SOL.
Yet they say, thou'rt happy,
And bright with all prosperity, and I
Felt solace in that thought.

I:3:22 ALAR.
Prosperity!
Men call them prosperous whom they deem enjoy
That which they envy; but there's no success
Save in one master-wish fulfilled, and mine
Is lost for ever.

I:3:23 SOL.
Why was it? O, why
Didst thou forget me?

I:3:24 ALAR.