You shall acknowledge that you have wronged me.

Clotilde, my Clotilde! may I count on you to do all and everything for me?
Is there any sacrifice I could ask that would be too hard for you?
Will you at one sign from me go or do as I request you ?' She replied, in an anguish over the chilling riddle of his calmness: 'I will,' but sprang out of that obedient consent, fearful of over-acting her part of slave to him before her mother, in a ghastly apprehension of the part he was for playing to the same audience.

'Yes, I will do all, all that you command.

I am yours.

I will go with you.