So! After all those loving letters you wrote, You turn on me like this, and cut my throat! And your dissembling, faithless heart, I find, Has pledged itself by turns to all mankind! How blind I've been! But now I clearly see; I thank you, Madam, for enlightening me. My heart is mine once more, and I'm content; To loss of it shall be your punishment. (To Alceste) Sir, she is yours; I'll seek no more to stand Between your wishes and this lady's hand.














