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Antonia:

What is this love that men and women prize,

This charm that brings them happiness untold,

That in the heart of ev 'ry beggar lies,

Yet is not bought for all my wealth of gold?

Is there no pow'r to give me for my own

This passion that will open to my sight,

The faery wonders of a world unknown,

This love that should be mine by woman's right?

Ah tell me why the gods deny

The boon I crave all else above?

Then hear my plea and pity me,

For oh! I cannot, cannot love!

What is this love that holds the world in thrall,

This love that others know, yet know not I,

That bids a woman yield to man her-all,

And man for sake of woman bravely die?

Take lands and gold; take jewels rich and rare

And give me for a moment though it be—

This love that mortals find so passing fair,

This love that is for all yet not for me!

Ah tell me why the gods deny

The boon I crave all else above?

Then hear my plea and pity me,

For oh! I cannot, cannot love!