Rebecca.
[Once more firm and calm.] Listen to me. I tell you—if you persist in this, I will go away from Rosmersholm.
Rosmer.
Go away! You! You cannot. It is impossible.
Rebecca.
It is still more impossible that I should be your wife. Never in this world can I marry you.
Rosmer.
[Looks at her in surprise.] You say “can”; and you say it so strangely. Why can you not?
Rebecca.
[Seizes both his hands.] Dear friend—both for your own sake and for mine—do not ask why. [Lets go his hands.] Do not, Rosmer.