Ah, do not remind me of that. It was nothing but a half-dreamt dream, Rebecca--a rash suggestion that I have no longer any faith in. Human nature cannot be ennobled by outside influences, believe me. (Rebecca: Not by a tranquil love, do you think?) Yes, that would be a splendid thing--almost the most glorious thing in life, I think if it were so. (Moves restlessly.) But how am I ever to clear up the question?--how am I to get to the bottom of it? (Rebecca: Do you not believe in me, John?) Ah, Rebecca, how can I believe you entirely--you whose life here has been nothing but continual concealment and secrecy!--And now you have this new tale to tell. If it is cloaking some design of yours, tell me so--openly. Perhaps there is something or other that you hope to gain by that means? I will gladly do anything that I can for you.

Rosmer Monologue from Rosmersholm

Rehearse Rosmer's monologue