LADY. You can't love me if you speak like that.

STRANGER. To be frank, there are moments when you don't exist for
me. But in others I feel your hatred like suffocating smoke.

LADY. And I feel my heart creeping from my breast, when you are
angry with me.

STRANGER. Then we must hate one other.

LADY. And love one another too.

STRANGER. And hate because we love. We hate each other, because
we're bound together. We hate the bond, we hate our love; we hate
what is most loveable, what is the bitterest, the best this life
can offer. We've come to an end!

LADY. Yes.

STRANGER. What a joke life is, if you take it seriously. And how
serious, if you take it as a joke! You wanted to lead me by the
hand towards the light; your easier fate was to make mine easier
too. I wanted to raise you above the bogs and quicksands; but you
longed for the lower regions, and wanted to convince me they were
the upper ones. I ask myself if it's possible that you took what
was wicked from me, when I was freed from it; and that what was
good in you entered into me? If I've made you wicked I ask your
pardon, and I kiss your little hand, that caressed and scratched me ...
the little hand that led me into the darkness ... and on the long