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 Rosmer.

I go with you, I say.

Rebecca.

To the foot-bridge, yes. You know you never dare go out upon it.

Rosmer.

Have you noticed that?

Rebecca.

[Sadly and brokenly.] Yes.—It was that that made my love hopeless.

Rosmer.

Rebecca,—now I lay my hand on your head—[Does so]—and I wed you as my true wife.

Rebecca.

[Takes both his hands, and bows her head towards his breast.] Thanks, Rosmer. [Lets him go.] And now I will go—gladly.

Rosmer.

Man and wife should go together.

Rebecca.

Only to the bridge, Rosmer.

Rosmer.

Out on to it too. As far as you go—so far shall I go with you. For now I dare.

Rebecca.

Are you absolutely certain—that this way is the best for you?