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 nor strong love. What woman is there to follow my corpse shedding a lover's tears?

. Last night I prayed for you—and you say that nobodyI could not bear you to die. [Vehemently.]

. Ah, we pray for any one; we only weep for one. [With passion.]

. [Startled.] Ernest!

. [Terrified by his own words.] What!

. [Moving further away.] Nothing.

. [Also moving away and looking nervously down.] I told you a little while ago I was half mad. Do not heed me. [''Pause. Both remain silent and pensive, at some distance, not looking at each other.'']

. [Starting and glancing anxiously down the stage.] Again!

. [Following her movement.] Somebody has come.

. They are trying to get in.

. [Listening.] There can be no doubt of it. There, Teodora. [Points to the bedroom door.]

. My honour is my shield.

. But it is not your husband.

. Not Julian?

. [Leading her to the door.] No.

. I hoped [Detains him with an air of supplication] Will you give up this duel?

. Give it up? When I've struck him!

. I didn't know that. [Despairingly, but understands that nothing can be done.] Then fly.

. I fly! 62