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Rita.
[Gloomily.] I am often afraid of myself. And for that very reason you must not awake the evil in me.
Allmers.
Why, good Heavens, do I do that?
Rita.
Yes, you do—when you tear to shreds the holiest bonds between us.
Allmers.
[Urgently.] Think what you're saying, Rita. It is your own child—our only child, that you are speaking of.
Rita.
The child is only half mine. [With another outburst.] But you shall be mine alone! You shall be wholly mine! That I have a right to demand of you!
Allmers.
[Shrugging his shoulders.] Oh, my dear Rita, it is of no use demanding anything. Everything must be freely given.
Rita.
[Looks anxiously at him.] And that you cannot do henceforth?
Allmers.
No, I cannot. I must divide myself between Eyolf and you.
