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I, the wretched object of divine vengeance...

I loathe myself. The gods my witnesses.

The gods who place fire in my breast, so fatal to all my race.

Those gods whose glory it is, always cruel...

...to seduce the heart of a weak mortal.

You yourself can bring the past to mind, too.

It was not enough to avoid you...

I exiled you. I wished to seem odious, inhuman to you.

I sought your hate, the better to resist you.

How have those useless efforts brought success?

You hated me more: I did not love you less.

Your misfortune even lent you fresh dimension.

I languished, withered, in tears, and in passion.

You only needed eyes to be persuaded, if your eyes had looked at me.

This confession that I so shamefully make to you...

Strike. Or if I am not wothy of your blow, offer me your blade it. OFFER IT.

Madame, what would you do? God above!

Someone's here. Avoid hateful witnesses.

Remove: Come, return home: flee certain shame.