[They look at each other for some moments in silence.]
RICHARD.
[Calmly.] That is the language I have heard often and never believed in. Do you mean by stealth or by violence? Steal you could not in my house because the doors were open; nor take by violence if there were no resistance.
ROBERT.
You forget that the kingdom of heaven suffers violence: and the kingdom of heaven is like a woman.
RICHARD.
[Smiling.] Go on.
ROBERT.
[Diffidently, but bravely.] Do you think you have rights over her—over her heart?
RICHARD.
None.
ROBERT.
For what you have done for her? So much! You claim nothing?
RICHARD.
Nothing.
ROBERT.
[After a pause strikes his forehead with his hand.] What am I saying? Or what am I thinking? I wish you would upbraid me, curse me, hate me as I deserve. You love this woman. I remember all you told me long ago. She is yours, your work. [Suddenly.] And that is why I, too, was drawn to her. You are so strong that you attract me even through her.
RICHARD.
I am weak.