[Marion lets her head fall on her hands.
DIDIER.
I swear I draw the picture none too strong.
Your future frightens me. I pity you!
Go back!
MARION (bursting into tears).
It were more kind to kill me, Didier,
Than to talk thus! [Weeping.] O God!
DIDIER (taking her in his arms).
My darling, hush!
So many tears! I'd shed my blood for one.
Do what you will! Come, be my destiny,
My glory, life, my virtue, and my love!
Answer me now. I speak! Sweet, do you hear?
[He seats her on a bank of turf.
MARION (withdrawing herself from his arms).
You've hurt me!