Melitta: Why are you doing this?
Gannicus: Because to not would be a lie, much deeper than the one we tell Oenomaus. I did not want this. I love that man like a brother. Yet what I feel for you... tell me it does not stir in your breast as well.
Melitta: What I feel means nothing.
Gannicus: It holds the world.
Melitta: What would you do, if you were my husband? And you learned of such a thing?
Gannicus: I would kill us both.