do so; your treachery is laid bare. This is what the agitations of my
mind prognosticated; it was not without cause that my love took alarm;
my continual suspicions were hateful to you, but I was trying to
discover the misfortune my eyes have beheld; in spite of all your care,
and your skill in dissembling, my star foretold me what I had to fear.
But do not imagine that I will bear unavenged the slight of being
insulted! I know that we have no command over our inclinations; that
love will everywhere spring up spontaneously; that there is no entering
a heart by force, and that every soul is free to name its conqueror;
therefore I should have no reason to complain, if you had spoken to me
without dissembling; you would then have sounded the death-knell of my
hope; but my heart could have blamed fortune alone. But to see my love
encouraged by a deceitful avowal on your part, is so treacherous and
perfidious an action, that it cannot meet with too great a punishment; I
can allow my resentment to do anything. No, no, after such an outrage,
hope for nothing. I am no longer myself, I am mad with rage.

[Footnote: The whole of this speech, from "Now blush," until "mad with
rage," has, with few alterations, been used in the _Misanthrope_. Act
iv., Scene 3 (see Vol. II).]

Betrayed on all sides, placed in so sad a situation, my love must avenge
itself to the utmost; I shall sacrifice everything here to my frenzy,
and end my despair with my life.

ELV. I have listened to you patiently; can I, in my turn, speak to you
freely?

GARC. And by what eloquent speeches, inspired by cunning....