The Beast, after spying on Belle with his mirror, learns that she despises him. Knowing that the task ahead of him, winning her love, will be a near hopeless endeavor, he sulks in his quarters, and curses his actions that led to his monstrous form.
Beast: How long must this go on?
This cruel trick of fate?
I simply made one careless wrong decision
And then the witch was gone
And left me in this state
An object of revulsion and derision
Is there no one
Who can show me
How to win the world's forgiveness?