Listen to me, and then reflect if you ought to win me to your project, even if with the over-bearing eloquence of despair you could make black death so inviting that the fair heaven should appear darkness.

Listen I entreat you to the words of one who has himself nurtured desperate thoughts, and longed with impatient desire for death, but who has at length trampled the phantom under foot, and crushed his sting.

Come, as you have played Despair with me I will play the part of Una with you and bring you hurtless from his dark cavern.

Listen to me, and let yourself be softened by words in which no selfish passion lingers.
"We know not what all this wide world means; its strange mixture of good and evil.

But we have been placed here and bid live and hope.