(Sobbing and throwing herself into her father’s arms.) Father!
The Burgomaster
I thought that there would be tears for me, Isabelle. They prove that you are becoming reasonable and will no longer resist me.
Isabelle
I can’t do it, I can’t do it, I shall never be able to do it!
The Burgomaster
But you must. Time presses; and you are making the last few minutes of my life seem even more cruel than death.
Isabelle
There are chances still. There is flight.
The Burgomaster