Hear me now, dear, dear wife.
I want your love again; I can not live this way.

Can nothing be done?
Must I, must you, always live this way?
Have I done any wrong?
If I have, I repent.

But come, let us forget our quarrel; let us remember the first days of our acquaintance.

We loved one another, darling.

And how beautiful you were! You are still as beautiful; won't you be as loving?
Don't be hard on a fellow, dear.