What have I done?... I am obeying ... what?... I do not know.... What have I said?... It is not I speaking.... I have lost happiness, the present, the future.... I am no longer my own master.... I do what I hate to do... I do not know who I am.... Joyzelle!... Ah, my Joyzelle!... [_He falls, sobbing, with his face to the ground._ ACT III SCENE I.--_A Room in the Palace_ [_LANCÉOR is discovered before a mirror. He appears emaciated, bent, aged, unrecognizable._ LANCÉOR. Who am I? In a few hours I have aged thirty years.... The poison is doing its work and sorrow too.... I see myself with terror in this mirror which shows me the wreck of myself.... Yet, it does not lie. (_Going to another mirror._) For here is another that says the same thing ... unless they all lie, even as everything seems to lie and to mock at me in this extraordinary island. (_He feels his face._) Alas, they are right!... These wrinkles which my hand follows are not formed by their malevolent crystal.... They are in my flesh!... And these hideous blemishes which will not come away, I feel them under my fingers.... These bent shoulders refuse to straighten themselves; my hair is colourless, like pale ashes after the flame has died away; my eyes, even my eyes, hardly recognize themselves.... They used to open, to laugh, to welcome life.... Now they blink and their glances avoid me like the glances of a knave.... Not a thing remains to me of what I was; my mother would pass by me and not see me.... It is finished.... (_Drawing the curtain of a tall window._) Let us hide ourselves; let complete dusk cover up all this!... (_He lies down in a dark corner of the room._) I give up, I consent.... I have done what love can never forgive.... I am losing my life at last, as I have lost Joyzelle.... She will not see me again, I shall not see her again.... [_A door opens. Enter JOYZELLE._ JOYZELLE. (_Surprised by the darkness, she stands a moment on the threshold. Then, casting her eyes around the room, she perceives LANCÉOR lying in a corner and rushes towards him with outstretched arms._) Lancéor!... Ah, these last three days I have lived like a mad thing! I looked for you everywhere. I went to the tower.... The doors were closed, the windows too. I crouched on the sill to catch a glimpse of your shadow, I called, I screamed, no one answered.... But how pale you are, how thin!... I am talking to you without thinking.... Give me your two hands.... LANCÉOR. You know me?... JOYZELLE. Why not? LANCÉOR. But then I am not...? I am still myself?... Look at me!... What trace of me remains?... (_Going to the window and tearing aside the curtain._) Look! Look!... What do you know me by?... Tell me, is it here?... Is it my hands, my eyes, my clothes, perhaps?... JOYZELLE. (_Looking at him and throwing herself, weeping, in his arms._) Oh, how you have suffered!... LANCÉOR.