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Rebecca (coming quietly up behind him). Listen to me, John. If it
were in your power to call Beata back--to you--to Rosmersholm--would
you do it?
Rosmer. How can I tell what I would do or what I would not do! I
have no thoughts for anything but the one thing which is
irrevocable.
Rebecca. You ought to be beginning to live now, John. You were
beginning. You had freed yourself completely on all sides. You
were feeling so happy and so light--hearted
Rosmer. I know--that is true enough. And then comes this
overwhelming blow.
Rebecca (standing behind him, with her arms on the back of his
chair). How beautiful it was when we used to sit there downstairs
in the dusk--and helped each other to plan our lives out afresh.
You wanted to catch hold of actual life--the actual life of the
day, as you used to say. You wanted to pass from house to house
like a guest who brought emancipation with him--to win over men's
thoughts and wills to your own --to fashion noble men all around
you, in a wider and wider circle--noble men!
Rosmer. Noble men and happy men.
Rebecca. Yes, happy men.
Rosmer. Because it is happiness that gives the soul nobility,
Rebecca.
Rebecca. Do you not think suffering too? The deepest suffering?
Rosmer. Yes, if one can win through it--conquer it--conquer it
completely.
Rebecca. That is what you must do.
Rosmer (shaking his head sadly).
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