My head is bursting, and since from the heights of my supernatural love a thunderbolt thus hurls me down, since, nothing, nothing henceforth, from this moment on, can give me joy, since, cruel woman, when thou couldst throw me a rope, thou leavest me, in dismay, to drink the bitter current--let death come, black hiding-place, bottomless abyss! let me plunge down head first!

Would you like some tea?

They played a medley of favorite folk songs as an encore.

I'm just tired of being treated like a side piece and not a wife.