A woman's honor rests on manly love.

Ingeborg.

Not long loves he whom he cannot respect.

Fridthjof.

Respect is not by fickle fancy gained.

Ingeborg.

A sense of justice is a noble fancy.

Fridthjof.

Our love strove not with justice yesterday.

Ingeborg.

Nor love to day, but all the more our flight.

Fridthjof.

Necessity commands our flight,--Oh, come!

Ingeborg.

What's right and noble, that's necessity.