Annys. You mean you would have me abandon my own task—merge myself in you?
Geoffrey. Be my wife.
Annys. It would not be right. I, too, have my work.
Geoffrey. If it takes you away from me?
Annys. Why need it take me away from you? Why cannot we work together for common ends, each in our own way?
Geoffrey. We talked like that before we tried it. Marriage is not a partnership; it is a leadership.
Annys. (She looks at him.) You mean—an ownership.
Geoffrey. Perhaps you’re right. I didn’t make it. I’m only—beginning to understand it.
Annys. And I too. It is not what I want.
Geoffrey. You mean its duties have become irksome to you.