Ernest. Give it up? When I've struck him!
Teodora. I didn't know that. [Despairingly, but understands that nothing can be done.] Then fly.
Ernest. I fly!
Teodora. For my sake, for his sake—for God's sake!
Ernest. [Despairingly.] You must loathe me to propose such a thing to me. Never!
Teodora. One word only. Are they coming for you now?
Ernest. It is not yet time.
Teodora. Swear it to me.
Ernest. Yes, Teodora. And you—say you don't hate me.
Teodora. Never.