victory!

After searching nonstop for half my life (well, "nonstop" might be something of an exaggeration) I've finally found an answer to a problem that's plagued me. This:

I know that love's irrational and blind;
I know the heart's not subject to the mind,
And can't be reasoned into beating faster;
I know each soul is free to choose its master;
Therefore had you but spoken from the heart,
Rejecting my intentions from the start,
I'd have no grievance, or at any rate
I could complain of nothing but my fate.
Ah, but so falsely to encourage me -
That was a treason and a treachery
For which you cannot suffer too severely,
And you shall pay for that behavior dearly.
Yes, now I have no pity, not a shred....
is not a poem, but rather a monologue, spoken by Alceste in Moliere's The Misanthrope and Tartuffe.

The passage in its entirety:

Madam, it’s not the moment to be witty.
No, blush and hang your head; you’ve ample reason,
Since I’ve the fullest evidence of your treason.
Ah, this is what my sad heart prophesied;
Now all my anxious fears are verified;
My dark suspicion and my gloomy doubt
Divined the truth, and now the truth is out.
For all your trickery, I was not deceived;
It was my bitter stars that I believed.
But don’t imagine that you’ll go scot-free;
You shan’t misuse me with impunity.
I know that love's irrational and blind;
I know the heart's not subject to the mind,
And can't be reasoned into beating faster;
I know each soul is free to choose its master;
Therefore had you but spoken from the heart,
Rejecting my intentions from the start,
I'd have no grievance, or at any rate
I could complain of nothing but my fate.
Ah, but so falsely to encourage me -
That was a treason and a treachery
For which you cannot suffer too severely,
And you shall pay for that behavior dearly.
Yes, now I have no pity, not a shred;
My temper’s out of hand; I’ve lost my head;
Shocked by the knowledge of your double-dealings,
My reason can’t restrain my savage feelings;
A righteous wrath deprives me of my senses,
And I won’t answer for the consequences.
Now I'm curious: what the hell was I doing reading The Misanthrope as a sophomore in high school?!