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Musical: Passion
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Giorgio Is this what you call love? This endless and insatiable Smothering pursuit of me. You think that this is love? I'm sorry that you're lonely, I'm sorry that you want me as you do. I'm sorry that I fail to feel The way you want me to feel. I'm sorry that you're ill, I'm sorry you're in pain. I'm sorry that you aren't beautiful. But yes, I wish you'd go away And leave me alone! Everywhere I turn, there you are This is not love Just some kind of obsession. Will you never learn when too far is too far, Have you no concern For what I want, what I feel? (pointing at Clara's letter) Love is what you earn and return When you care for another So much that the other's set free. Don't you see? Can't you understand? Love's not a constant demand, It's a gift you bestow Love isn't sudden surrender It's tender and slow, it must grow. Yet everywhere I go, You appear or I know you are near This is now love just a need for possession. Call it what you will This is not love, this is a reverse Like a curse, something out of control I've begun to fear For my soul... (Music stops; a loud clap of thunder is heard. Trembling, Fosca sudders momentarily and crumples to the ground. Giorgio turns and sees her lying there; he crosses the stage past her and begins to exit. He stops, pauses for a moment, then reluctantly returns to her, covering her with his coat. He picks her up and carries her offstage as the lights fade to black.) Scene Three Outside. The soldiers are on guard.
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