DIDIER.
Your husband, am I not?
MARION (aside).
Alas!
DIDIER.
What joy,
When we have left this country far behind,
To have you, call you wife as well as love!
You will be willing?—answer.
MARION.
I will be
Your sister, and my brother you shall be!
DIDIER.
Oh, no! Refuse me not that ecstasy
Of knowing, in God's sight, you're mine alone!
You're safe to trust my love in everything.
The lover keeps you for the husband, pure!