CLARA.
Can you ask? Oh, that I might go away! My father will cut his throat, unless—Marry me!
LEONARD.
Your father—
CLARA.
He has sworn it! Marry me!
LEONARD.
Hand and neck are near cousins—they never do harm to each other! Don't be anxious!
CLARA.
He has sworn it! Marry me! And, afterward, kill me! I will thank you even more for the latter than for the former!