You find me brutal and foolish; on my part I find you have a harsh voice, and your face is too often distorted with anger.

At this moment you would allow yourself to be thrown out of that window rather than allow me to kiss the tip of your finger; I would precipitate myself from the top of the balcony rather than touch the hem of your robe.

But, in five minutes, you will love me, and I shall adore you.

Oh, it is just so." "I doubt it." "And I swear it." "Coxcomb!" "And then, that is not the true reason.

You stand in need of me, Aure, and I of you.