I have no belief in myself left at all. I do
not believe either in myself or in you.
Rebecca (looking darkly at him). How are you going to live out
your life, then?
Rosmer. That is just what I do not know--and cannot imagine. I do
not believe I can live it out. And, moreover, I do not know
anything in the world that would be worth living for.
Rebecca. Life carries a perpetual rebirth with it. Let us hold
fast to it, dear. We shall be finished with it quite soon enough.
Rosmer (getting up restlessly). Then give me my faith back
again!--my faith in you, Rebecca--my faith in your love! Give me a
proof of it! I must have some proof!
Rebecca. Proof? How can I give you a proof--!
Rosmer. You must! (Crosses the room.) I cannot bear this
desolate, horrible loneliness--this-this--. (A knock is heard at
the hall door.)
Rebecca (getting up from her chair). Did you hear that?
(The door opens, and ULRIK BRENDEL comes in. Except that he wears
a white shirt, a black coat and, a good pair of high boots, he is
dressed as in the first act. He looks troubled.)
Rosmer. Ah, it is you, Mr. Brendel!
Brendel. John, my boy, I have come to say good-bye to you!
Rosmer. Where are you going, so late as this?
Brendel. Downhill.
Rosmer. How--?
Brendel. I am on my way home, my beloved pupil. I am homesick for
the great Nothingness.
Rosmer. Something has happened to you, Mr.
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