I demand, and most solemnly I demand if in any way I am the cause of your unhappiness.

Do you not see my tears which I in vain strive against--You hear unmoved my voice broken by sobs--Feel how my hand trembles: my whole heart is in the words I speak and you must not endeavour to silence me by mere words barren of meaning: the agony of my doubt hurries me on, and you must reply.

I beseech you; by your former love for me now lost, I adjure you to answer that one question.
Am I the cause of your grief ?" He raised his eyes from the ground, but still turning them away from me, said: "Besought by that plea I will answer your rash question.
Yes, you are the sole, the agonizing cause of all I suffer, of all I must suffer untill I die.

Now, beware! Be silent! Do not urge me to your destruction.

I am struck by the storm, rooted up, laid waste: but you can stand against it; you are young and your passions are at peace.