(Enter Mr. Edward Richly)
Edward:
Here I am again young lady, and I've resolved not to return to Oxford
without having first had an explanation with you. I swear to you your
manners make me beside myself. I am furious, worse, I'm no longer in
possession of myself. When I think that since the last time I came
here neither my love, nor my respect, nor my prayers, nor my
reproaches, have succeeded in getting one word out of you. (pause) I
can't make any sense out of it. When I spoke to you of the most
violent passion that ever was, you listened to me with a tranquility,
a languor that was incomprehensible. For women react either with love
or scorn or anger to such emotions. Just Heavens, what am I to think
of a silence so obstinate?
Angelica:
Only that I am prudent and nothing more.
Edward:
Do you approve of my love or forbid it?
Angelica:
I can't say.
Edward:
Always the same indifferent tone.
Angelica:
You haven't been able to tell whether I have any inclination for you,
right?
Edward:
That's what upsets me.
Angelica:
Nor have you seen any aversion?
Edward:
No indeed. But that's not satisfactory.
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