This is the only favour my love begs of you.
ELV. Oh! too cruel Prince!
GARC. Speak, Madam.
ELV. Must I still preserve some kind feelings for you, and suffer myself
to be affronted by so many indignities?
GARC. A heart that is in love can never offend, and finds excuses for
whatever love may do.
ELV. Love is no excuse for such outbursts.
GARC. Love communicates its ardour to all emotions, and the stronger it
is, the more difficulty it finds...
ELV. No, speak to me no more of it; you deserve my hatred.
GARC. You hate me then?
ELV. I will at least endeavour to do so. But alas! I am afraid it will
be in vain, and that all the wrath which your insults have kindled, will
not carry my revenge so far.
GARC. Do not endeavour to punish me so severely, since I offer to kill
myself to avenge you; pronounce but the sentence and I obey immediately.
ELV. One who cannot hate cannot wish anybody to die.
GARC. I cannot live unless you kindly pardon my rash errors; resolve
either to punish or to forgive.
ELV. Alas! I have shown too clearly my resolution; do we not pardon a
criminal when we tell him we cannot hate him?
GARC. Ah! this is too much. Suffer me, adorable Princess...
ELV.
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