human
Oh, Martino, said she, wofully a-sobbing,
gpt
I do know at last wherefore--I may not kill you. 'Tis because I love you. I was fool not to guess it ere this, but--I have never loved man ere now. Aye, I love you--I, Joanna, that never loved before, do love you, Martino--
human
What of your many lovers?
gpt
I loved no one of them all. 'Tis you ha' learned me--
human
Nay, this is no love--
gpt
Aye, but it is--in very truth. Think you I do not know it? I cannot sleep, I cannot eat--except you love me I must die, yes. Ah, Martino, be merciful! she pleaded.
human
For thee I will be all woman henceforth, soft and tender and very gentle--thine always! Oh, be merciful--
gpt
No, I cried,
human
Fight thee--ah, no, no! The time for this is passed away. And if I did grieve thee 'twas but that I might cherish and comfort thee--for thou art mine and I thine henceforth--to death and beyond! Look, Martino! See how I do love thee!