Wangel.
That must be as it may, I say. We will move from here—move seaward somewhere. My mind is made up beyond recall, dear Ellida.
Ellida.
Oh, but what do you suppose we shall gain by that?
Wangel.
You will regain your health and peace of mind.
Ellida.
I doubt it. But you yourself! Think of yourself too. What would you gain?
Wangel.
I should regain you, my dearest.