Hilda: I believe you have a sickly conscience. I should like your conscience to be thoroughly robust.
Solness: Is yours robust?
Hilda: I think it is.
Solness: I think the Vikings had robust consciences. And the women they used to carry off had robust consciences, too. They often wouldn't leave their captors on any account.
Hilda: These women I can understand exceedingly well.
Solness: Could you come to love a man like that?
Hilda: One can't choose whom one's going to love.
Solness: Hilda, there's something of the bird of prey in you!
Hilda: And why not? Why shouldn't I go a-hunting as well as the rest? Tell me, Mr. Solness, have you never called me to you—inwardly, you know?
Solness (softly): I almost think I must have.