The Maiden.
Never; as dead
He would be in God’s hands; living—
The Lady.
In mine.
The Maiden.
That is, in atheism.
The Lady.
Have I said
Aught atheistical? Because my faith
Is broader than its own, this conscience saith
I am an atheist! Ah, child, is thine
A better faith? Yet, be it what it may,
Should he now lie before us here, and say
He loved thee best, I’d yield him though my heart
Should stop—though I should die. Yea, for his sake,
To make him happy, I would even take
Annihilation!—let the vital spark
Called soul be turned to nothing.
The Maiden.
Far apart
Our motives; mine is clear with duty—