They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.
And why not death rather than living torment? To die is to be banish'd from myself; And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her Is self from self: a deadly banishment!
O the world is but a word; were it all yours to give it in a breath, how quickly were it gone!
So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.
Say as you think and speak it from your souls.
Light and lust are deadly enemies.