AUGUS. (alarmed) Speak, Constantia—why don’t you speak?
MRS. BOBBINS. (in a state of hysterical excitement) I shall swoon away! Give me a little air.
AUGUS. Do you suffer him to talk to you like this without replying? Why don’t you speak up, like a woman?
MRS. BOBBINS. Call Rebecca—I’m going into hysterics!
(takes a chair.
AUGUS. She changes colour, and makes no denial! Guilty! guilty! Unhappy bigamist! (falls into chair, L.)
MRS. BOBBINS. Oh, oh, oh!
FAST. (crossing to C., and going to C. D.) Rebecca! Rebecca!
AUGUS. Oh, Mr. Fastman, you see before you a blighted wretch, with his household goods—gods shivered around him.
(buries his face in his hands.