He disturbs my life.

Make me a present of his life, Mariet.

He kissed you." "How can I present you that which is not mine?
His life belongs to God and to himself." "That is not true.

He kissed you; do I not see the burns upon your lips?
Let me kill him, and you will feel as joyful and care-free as a seagull.
Say 'yes,' Mariet." "No; you shouldn't do it, Gart.

It will be painful to you." Haggart looks at her and speaks with deep irony.
"Is that it?
Well, then, it is not true that you give me anything.