To have you as long as possible near me, to hear your eloquent speech⁠—which embellishes my mind, strengthens my soul, and makes my whole frame capable of great and terrible things, if I should ever be free⁠—so fills my whole existence, that the despair to which I was just on the point of yielding when I knew you, has no longer any hold over me; and this⁠—this is my fortune⁠—not chimerical, but actual. I owe you my real good, my present happiness; and all the sovereigns of the earth, even Caesar Borgia himself, could not deprive me of this.”