Jane: I’m a free human being with an independent will, which I now exert to leave you.
Mr Rochester: Then let your will decide your destiny. I offer you my hand, my heart. Jane, I ask you to pass through life at my side. You are my equal and my likeness. Will you marry me?
Jane: Are you mocking me?
Mr Rochester: Do you doubt me?
Jane: Entirely! Your bride is Miss Ingram.
Mr Rochester: Miss Ingram! She is the machine without feelings. It’s you, you rare unearthly thing. Poor and obscure as you are. Please accept me as your husband. I must have you for my own.
Jane: You wish me to be your wife?
Mr Rochester: I swear it.
Jane: You love me?
Mr Rochester: I do.
Jane: Then, sir, I will marry you.