You are not under the
influence of a distorted view of life.
Rebecca. But I am under the influence of the Rosmersholm view of
Life--now. Whatever my offences are--it is right that I should
expiate them.
Rosmer (looking at her fixedly). Have you come to that decision?
Rebecca. Yes.
Rosmer. Very well. Then I too am under the influence of our
unfettered view of life, Rebecca. There is no one that can judge
us. And therefore we must be our own judges.
Rebecca (misunderstanding his meaning). That too. That too. My
leaving you will save the best that is in you.
Rosmer. Ah, there is nothing left to save in me.
Rebecca. There is. But I--after this I should only be like some
sea-sprite hanging on to the barque you are striving to sail
forward in, and, hampering its progress. I must go overboard. Do
you think I could go through the world bearing the burden of a
spoiled life--brooding for ever over the happiness which I have
forfeited by my past? I must throw up the game, John.
Rosmer. If you go--then I go with you.
Rebecca (looks at him with an almost imperceptible smile, and
says more gently): Yes, come with me, dear--and be witness--
Rosmer. I go with you, I said.
Rebecca. As far as the bridge--yes. You never dare go out on to
it, you know.
Rosmer. Have you noticed that?
Rebecca (in sad and broken tones). Yes. That was what made my
love hopeless.
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