Cathy:
Are you enjoying yourself, Heathcliff?
Heathcliff:
I've had the pleasure of watching you.
Cathy:
You're very grand, Heathcliff. So handsome. Looking at you tonight I could not help but remember how things used to be.
Heathcliff:
They used to be better.
Cathy:
Don't pretend life hasn't improved for you.
Heathcliff:
Life has ended for me.
[they pause and look off the balcony in silence]
Heathcliff:
How can you stand here beside me and pretend not to remember? Not to know that my heart is breaking for you? That your face is the wonderful light burning in all this darkness?
Cathy:
Heathcliff, no. I forbid it.
Heathcliff:
Do you forbid what your heart is saying to you now?
Cathy:
It's saying nothing.
Heathcliff:
I can hear it louder than the music. Oh, Cathy. Cathy.
Cathy:
I'm not the Cathy that was. Can you understand that? I'm somebody else. I'm another man's wife, and he loves me. And I love him.
Heathcliff:
If he loved you with all the power of his soul for a whole lifetime he couldn't love you as much as I do in a single day. Not he. Not the world. Not even you, Cathy, can come between us.
Cathy:
Heathcliff, you must go away. You must leave this house and never come back to it. I never want to see your face again or listen to your voice again as long as I live.
Heathcliff:
You lie! Why do you think I'm here tonight? Because you willed it. You willed me here across the sea.
