all the cost which that great good of loving you demands questioned my stores of patience half resolved to live resigned without a bliss whose threat touched you as well as me � and finally with of will returned to say you shall be free as now only accept the refuge shelter guard my love will give your freedom � then your words are hard well i accuse myself my love would be of your will again � my will o your will your silent would torture me and on that rack i should deny the good i yet believed in then i am the man whom you would love whom i refuse to love no i will live alone and pour my pain with passion into music where it turns to what is best within my better self i will not take for husband one who the thing my soul as good � the thing i hold worth striving suffering for to be a thing with easily or else the idol of a mind you are you strain my thought beyond its mark our lies not so deep as love � as union through a mysterious fitness that formal agreement it lies deep enough to the union if many a man degraded from the utmost right because the of his wife s small fears are little biting at his heel � how shall a woman keep her beneath a frost within her husband s eyes where coldness it is your sorrow that you love nay it is her sorrow that she may not love you woman it seems has power to love or not according to her will she has the will � i have � who am one woman � not to take that divide her will the man who me must wed my art � honour and cherish it not the is yet to come whose theory will weigh as with you against his love whose theory will plead beside his love himself a singer then who knows no life out of the opera books where tenor parts are found to suit him you are bitter forgive me seek the woman you deserve all grace all goodness who has not yet found a meaning in her life nor any end beyond yours the type and happily for the world yes happily let it excuse me that my kind is rare is its own security i would with all my soul i knew the man so rare that he could make your life as woman sweet to you as artist safe i can live but not live without the bliss of singing to the world and feeling all my world respond to me may it be lasting then we two must part i thank you from my heart for all farewell scene iii � a year later the same is standing looking towards the window with an air of uneasiness doctor doctor where is my patient fled escaped gone to is it dangerous doctor no no her throat is cured i only came to hear her try her voice had she yet sung no she had meant to wait for you she said the doctor has a right to my first song her gratitude was full of little plans but all were swept away like gathered flowers by sudden storm she saw this opera bill � loi it was a to sting her she turned pale snatched up her hat and said in haste i go to � to � none shall sing to night but me then rushed down stairs w doctor looking at his watch and this not long ago barely an hour doctor i will come again returning from at one doctor i feel a strange are you quite easy doctor she can take no harm twas time for her to sing her throat is well i it was a fierce attack and dangerous i had to use strong but � well at one dear we shall meet again scene iv � two hours later starts up looking towards the door enters followed by she throws herself on a chair which stands with its hack towards the door speechless not seeming to see anything casts a questioning terrified look at he his shoulders and lifts up his hands behind who sits like a helpless image while takes off her hat and mantle dear kneeling and taking her hands only speak to me your poor your hands are cold � clasp mine and warm them i will kiss them warm r looks at her an then draws away her hands and turning aside her face against the back of the chair rising and standing near doctor enters doctor news stirring news to day wonders come thick starting up at the first sound of his voice and speaking vehemently yes thick thick thick and you have murdered it murdered my voice � poisoned the soul in me and kept me living you never told me that your cruel were � a dead � a mud to crust and me yet hold me living in a deep deep tomb crying unheard for ever your are devils triumphs you can rob and keep a hell on the other side your cure where you can see your victim quivering between the teeth of torture � see a soul made keen by loss � all anguish with a good once known and gone turns and sinks back on her chair o misery misery you might have killed me might have let me sleep after my happy day and wake � not here in some new world � not here where all is faded flat � a feast broke off � all � words dull dull � a drum that in the air beating to melody which no man hears doctor after a moments silence a sudden check has shaken you poor child all things seem livid tottering to your sense from 