human
I do not want to drift away and be pushed back into the cruel world I have left, he murmurs, earnestly,
gpt
You will soon enough be glad to part from me again,
human
Must you go, Perdita, after your promise?
gpt
I must go when I have ceased to make one moment lighter for you. I promised that I would stay until then.
human
Promise it again--you will stay until you cease to be desired by me.
gpt
Until I cease to be required by you,
human
I shall always require you, said the sick man, with exultation;
gpt
I could not take one step in this pure atmosphere without you. Oh, you don't know how I shall hold to you, my lost Perdita.