What is your resolve?
MELLEFONT.
What it ought not to be, Marwood; what it ought not to be.
MARWOOD (embracing him).
Ah, I know that the honesty of your heart has always overcome the obstinacy of your desires.
MELLEFONT.
Do not importune me any longer! I am already what you wish to make me; a perjurer, a seducer, a robber, a murderer!
MARWOOD.
You will be so in imagination for a few days, and after that you will see that I have prevented you from becoming so in reality. You will return with us, won't you?