Beatrice:
‘I have never loved anything as much as I love you, believe me, I am not lying. I don’t confess nor deny anything. ‘
Beatrice:
‘—Oh god, if only I were a man! I would rip his heart out in
public and eat it!’
Beatrice:
‘I can’t become a man by just wishing, therefore, I will die
a grieving woman’.
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