Disorder!!!

MAN.                 Oh! I but thus prolonged my words,
Boasting these idle atributes, because
As I approach the core of my heart's grief - 
But to my task. I have not named to thee
Father or mother, mistress, friend, or being,
With whom I wore the chain of human ties;
If I had such, they seem'd not such to me - 
Yet there was one - 
WITCH.                           Spare not thyself - proceed.
MAN. She was like me in lineaments - her eyes,
Her hair, her features, all, to the very tone
Even of her voice, they said were like to mine;
But soften'd all, and temper'd into beauty;
She had the same lone thoughts and wanderings,
The quest of hidden knowledge, and a mind
To comprehend the universe: nor theses
Alone, but with them gentler powers than mine,
Pity, and smiles, and tears - which I had not;
And tenderness - but that I had for her;
Humility - and that I never had.
Her faults were mine - her virtues were her own - 
I loved her, and destroy'd her!
WITCH.                                  With thy hand?
MAN. Not with my hand, but heart - wich broke her heart - 
It gazed on mine, and withered. I have shed 
Blood, but not hers - and yet her blood was shed - 
I saw - and could not staunch it.