I Embrace My Rival, But Only To

What Does It Matter If, By Chance, A Little Vile Blood Be Spilled?

I Loved You When You Were Unfaithful; What Would I Have Done If You Were True?

Love Is Not A Fire To Be Shut Up In A Soul. Everything Betrays Us: Voice, Silence, Eyes; Half-covered Fires Burn All The Brighter.

I Embrace My Rival, But Only To Strangle Him.

It Is A Maxim Of Old That Among Themselves All Things Are Common To Friends.