Marie.
Yes, now it is too late! Had I felt then as I do now, I would not have
resisted you----
George.
Marie, do you know what you are saying?
Marie.
[_Breaking out_.] Oh I don't care, I don't care! It is my fate. You
must rule and govern--and I--I must serve; and in the end--we both must
die----
George.
Marie, you should be loved, you must be loved--beyond all senses--loved
beyond all measure!
Marie.
[_Pointing towards R_.] He loves me!
George.
He?--Bah!!!
Marie.
Don't be angry, George dear; you don't dare love me yourself. You can
never be anything to me!
George.
No, never; for this house must be kept clean. No, no, this house must
not be soiled. We would both suffocate in our shame. But we can think
of what might have been; that is not sin, is it?
Marie.
What were your words? "They are the wild birds of paradise, that have
escaped us." That was it, was it not? How beautiful!
George.