Et, monté sur le faîte, il aspire à descendre.
Va, je ne te hais point.
Ma plus douce espérance est de perdre l'espoir.
Que le plaisir se goûte au sortir des supplices !
Je cherche le silence et la nuit pour pleurer.
Qui ne craint point la mort ne craint point les menaces.
JULIE — Que vouliez-vous qu'il fît contre trois ? / LE VIEIL HORACE — Qu'il mourût ! Ou qu'un beau désespoir alors le secourût.
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