You are mine, you are mine!
William.
I am not fit for you!
Ida.
Oh, don’t say that! I am so small before you, so small!—Like a little, little moth. William, I am nothing without you—everything through you;—don’t take your hand away from me.—I am so lost without you.
William.
Ida!!! I—? I—
[They embrace and kiss between laughing and crying.
I am not to take—my hand from you—what are you saying—what—why, you—bad—