Marie.
George, then take me with you? [He shakes his head.] For years I have carried the wish in my heart--to kill you! Then I would kiss and love you like mad--and then follow you into eternity----
George.
Nonsense, girl, nonsense! Can't you see, how one turns round and round and round in a circle, till at last to find no other escape than death?
Marie.
I am not afraid to die; though with you, I'd rather live----
George.
To live, dear, will require more courage for both of us.
Marie.
How so?