You shall know my secrets and I will tell you what I have yet betrayed to no woman on earth." "No, no," she cried vehemently; "no, I will hear nothing.

I do not wish to know your secrets; for I might reveal them in my sleep.

They might fill my soul with such anguish and terror, that they would occupy it even in slumber, and I might tell in my dreams what I certainly would not disclose in waking, though I were exposed to the tortures of the rack.

Oh, love, I fear your secrets, and I fear that they threaten you with peril! Give them up.

If my love has any power over you, I entreat you: renounce them.