THE DAUGHTER. Those are the tears that men are weeping—What more do you hear?
THE LAWYER. There is sighing—and whining—and wailing——
THE DAUGHTER. Hither the plaint of the mortals has reached—and no farther. But why this never-ending wailing? Is there then nothing in life to rejoice at?
THE LAWYER. Yes, what is most sweet, and what is also most bitter—love—wife and home—the highest and the lowest!
THE DAUGHTER. May I try it?
THE LAWYER. With me?
THE DAUGHTER. With you—You know the rocks, the stumbling-stones. Let us avoid them.
THE LAWYER. I am so poor.
THE DAUGHTER. What does that matter if we only love each other? And a little beauty costs nothing.
THE LAWYER. I have dislikes which may prove your likes.