"Where are you fleeing?  Remain, do not desert me loving, o cruel one," he
shouted.  "Let it be allowed to look at what it is not allowed to touch
and let it be allowed to offer nourishment to wretched madness!" And while
he grieves, he brings down his garment from the highest edge and beats 
his breasts with his marble-like pamls.  His beaten breasts take on a 
reddish blush..."