And how long did you mean to let me go on believing that?
CECILIA
Until it became true, Amadeus.
AMADEUS
But there has been enough of it now, Cecilia. It will never become true ... never after this.
CECILIA
Where do you get that idea, Amadeus? It is going to be true. Do you think, perhaps, that all this was meant as a kind of ordeal for you? Do you think I was playing a childish comedy in order to punish you, and that now, when you have discovered the truth prematurely, I shall sink into your arms and declare everything right again? Have you really imagined that everything could now be forgotten, and that we might resume our marriage relations at the exact point where they were interrupted? How can you possibly have wished that such might be the case—so that our marriage would be like thousands of others, where both deceive each other, and become reconciled, and deceive each other again—just as the moment's whim happens to move them?
AMADEUS
We have neither deceived each other, nor become reconciled—we have been free, and have merely found each other again.
CECILIA