ARKHÍP. To-day we have a holiday, Afónya. Tatyána wishes to make peace with her husband, and to submit to him.
AFÓNYA. Submit? Submit? Don't believe her, Grandfather Arkhíp, she's fooling you.
ARKHÍP. That's enough from you!
TATYÁNA. Why should I fool you? What's the use?
AFÓNYA. You came to your senses when brother frightened you a little. You ought to have done it long ago. If you're in earnest, then drop your proud ways. You ought to bow down to your husband's feet, right to his feet. And to all of us, to all. You have wronged all of us.
LUKÉRYA. [In a low voice] That would be entirely too much honor.
TATYÁNA. Why should I bow down to my husband?
AFÓNYA. For everything that he's done for you. I saw myself how he kneeled before you! It's a shame! [Covers his face with his hands.
LUKÉRYA. What of it, if he wanted to?
AFÓNYA. He's no worse than you, yet he bowed down to you; now you bow down to him. Make up to him for his humiliation. It won't hurt you! And bow down to all of us, even to our brother-in-law and sister.