Rosmer. Rebecca--now I lay my hand on your head. (Does as he
says.) And I take you for my true and lawful wife.
Rebecca (taking both his hands in hers, and bowing her head on to
his breast). Thank you, John. (Lets him go.) And now I am going--
gladly.
Rosmer. Man and wife should go together.
Rebecca. Only as far as the bridge, John.
Rosmer. And out on to it, too. As far as you go--so far I go with
you. I dare do it now.
Rebecca. Are you absolutely certain that way is the best for you?
Rosmer. I know it is the only way.
Rebecca. But suppose you are only deceiving yourself? Suppose it
were only a delusion--one of these White Horses of Rosmersholm?
Rosmer. It may be so. We can never escape from them--we of my
race.
Rebecca. Then stay, John!
Rosmer. The man shall cleave to his wife, as the wife to her
husband.
Rebecca. Yes, but first tell me this--is it you that go with me,
or I that go with you?
Rosmer. We shall never get to the bottom of that.
Rebecca. Yet I should dearly like to know.
Rosmer. We two go with each other, Rebecca. I with you, and you
with me.
Rebecca. I almost believe that is true.
Rosmer. For now we two are one.
Rebecca. Yes. We are one now. Come! We can go gladly now. (They
go out, hand in hand, through the hall, and are seen to turn to
the left. The door stands open after them. The room is empty for
a little while.
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