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Ibsen, Henrik, 1828-1906

"Rosmersholm"


Rosmer. What! Never? Do you think, then, that you could not learn
to love me? Is not our friendship already tinged with love?
Rebecca (stopping her ears, as if in fear). Don't speak like
that, John! Don't say such things!
Rosmer (catching her by the arm). It is true! There is a growing
possibility in the tie that is between us. I can see that you
feel that, as well as I--do you not, Rebecca?
Rebecca (controlling herself completely). Listen. Let me tell you
this--if you persist in this, I shall leave Rosmersholm.
Rosmer. Leave Rosmersholm! You! You cannot do that. It is
impossible.
Rebecca. It is still more impossible for me to become your wife.
Never, as long as I live, can I be that.
Rosmer (looks at her in surprise). You say "can" --and you say it
so strangely. Why can you not?
Rebecca (taking both his hands in hers). Dear friend --for your
own sake, as well as for mine, do not ask me why. (Lets go of his
hands.) So, John. (Goes towards the door on the left.)
Rosmer. For the future the world will hold only one question for
me--why?
Rebecca (turns and looks at him). In that case everything is at
an end.
Rosmer. Between you and me?
Rebecca. Yes.
Rosmer. Things can never be at an end between us two. You shall
never leave Rosmersholm.
Rebecca (with her hand on the door-handle). No, I dare say I
shall not. But, all the same, if you question me again, it will
mean the end of everything.


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