RUTH. I'm inside now. This is my father's cottage.
GUY. You've been like this to-night. Perverse. As if you didn't know what passion meant. As if you laughed at me for being on fire for you. You've come half-way to meet me till to-night. You've answered love with love. You've been a fine free glory of a woman that it was heaven to be near and hell to be away from, that knew to be in love was to be upraised above the talk of fools and what a pair of lovers do is right because they do it for their love.
RUTH (absently). Yes. What lovers do is right even if it's to renounce.
GUY. Renounce? What are you talking about?
RUTH. I was thinking of a pair of lovers that I know.
GUY (roughly). Then stop thinking of them. Think of us.
RUTH. I'm thinking of myself.
GUY. You're in a curious mood to-night.
RUTH. To-night I'm being prudent.
GUY (scornfully). Prudent! Love isn't prudent. Prudence was made for cowards, not for lovers. Ruth, you're not a coward.