Alquist. Kill me—kill me, then. What will your future be?
Primus. Sir, take me. I am made on the same day as she is. Take my life, sir. (Step to Alquist.)
Helena. No, no, you shall not.
Alquist. Wait, girl, wait. (To Primus) Do you not wish to live, then?
Primus. Not without her. I will not live without her.
Alquist. Very well, I will use you. Into the dissecting room with you.
Helena. Primus. Primus. (She bursts into tears and moves R. Alquist stops her.)
Alquist. Child, child, you can weep. Tears. What is Primus to you? One Primus more or less in the world—what does it matter?
Helena. I will go myself.
Alquist. Where? Into the dissecting room?