Magda: A Play in Four Acts

by Hermann Sudermann

MAGDA.

[Humbly, almost beseechingly.] Father, isn't it best, after what has happened, that you should let me go,--that you should drive me into the streets? You must get free of me if this house is to be pure again.

SCHWARTZE.

So, so, so! You think, then, you have only to go--to go away, out there, and all will be as before? And we? What will become of us? I--good God!--I--I have one foot in the grave--soon it will be over--but the mother, and your sister--your sister.