LA ROCHE.
And so re-open the old wounds?—re-awaken hope, but to deepen her despair?
PAUL.
[Rising slowly.]
No, no! You're right. I will not purchase joy at the cost of pain to her!—Call your guards. I die happy, knowing she'll remember me with love.
LA ROCHE.
For her sake renounce rebellion, and I unite you both forever.
PAUL.
Better I should never see her face again than be unworthy of her love.