Ella Rentheim.
[Following him: holding him back.] What did you call yourself?
Borkman.
A dead man, I said. Don’t you remember, Gunhild told me to lie quiet where I was?
Ella Rentheim.
[With resolution, throwing her cloak around her.] I will go with you, John.
Borkman.
Yes, we two belong to each other, Ella. [Advancing.] So come!
[They have gradually passed into the low wood on the left. It conceals them little by little, until they are quite lost to sight. The house and the open space disappear. The landscape, consisting of wooded slopes and ridges, slowly changes and grows wilder and wilder.
Ella Rentheim’s Voice.