Magda: A Play in Four Acts

by Hermann Sudermann

MAGDA.

[Stretching herself.] So! Now I'm the old Magda again. [Schwartze locks the three doors silently.] Do you think, father, that I shall become docile by being shut up?

SCHWARTZE.

So! Now we are alone. No one sees us but He who sees us--there [pointing upward] Quiet yourself, my child. We must talk together.