KABANOV. Merciful Heavens, it is she! (tries to run off. Mme. Kabanova holds his arm) Mamma, let me go! I will save her! or I too ... What can I do without her!
MME. KABANOVA. I'm not going to let you go, and don't you suppose it! Kill yourself on her account; she's worth that, isn't she? As if she'd not brought disgrace enough on us already, to plot to do a thing like this too!
KABANOV. Let me go!
MME. KABANOVA. There are plenty to help without you. I'll curse you if you go.
KABANOV (falling on his knees). Oh, to look upon her at least!
MME. KABANOVA. They'll pull her out—you'll look upon her, right enough.
KABANOV (gets up. To the crowd). Well, my lads, do you see anything?
ONE OF THE CROWD. It's dark down below, there's nothing in sight.
[A noise behind the scene.
A SECOND. They seemed to be shouting something, but I couldn't make out what.