She wavers, she hesitates; in one word — she is a woman.

To repair the irreparable ravages of time.

I have pushed virtue to outright brutality.

What does it matter if, by chance, a little vile blood be spilled?

I will die if I lose you, but I will die if I wait longer.

And forever goodbye! Forever! Oh, Sir, can you imagine how dreadful this cruel word sounds when one loves?

It is a maxim of old that among themselves all things are common to friends.