Act I]
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Robert
[Delighted.] Your voice! Give me a kiss, a kiss with your mouth.
Bertha
Take it.
Robert
I am afraid. [He kisses her mouth and passes his hand many times over her hair.] At last I hold you in my arms!
Bertha
And are you satisfied?
Robert
Let me feel your lips touch mine.
Bertha
And then you will be satisfied?
Robert
[Murmurs.] Your lips, Bertha!
Bertha
[Closes her eyes and kisses him quickly.] There. [Puts her hands on his shoulders.] Why don't you say: thanks.
Robert
[Sighs.] My life is finished—over.
Bertha
O don't speak like that now, Robert.
Robert
Over, over. I want to end it and have done with it.
Bertha
[Concerned but lightly.] You silly fellow!
