Rebecca.
I have never stood farther from my goal than now.
Rosmer.
And yet I say—when I asked you yesterday—begged you to be my wife—you cried out, as if in fear, that it could never be.
Rebecca.
I cried out in despair, Rosmer.
Rosmer.
Why?
Rebecca.
Because Rosmersholm has sapped my strength. My old fearless will has had its wings clipped here. It is crippled! The time is past when I had courage for anything in the world. I have lost the power of action, Rosmer.