HUMMEL. Well, it's quite common. I think I recall a certain incorrectness in regard to the date of your own birth.
MUMMY. It was my mother who started that.... I was not to blame for it.... And it was you, after all, who had the greater share in our guilt....
HUMMEL. No, what wrong we did was provoked by your husband when he took my fiancée away from me! I was born a man who cannot forgive until he has punished. To punish has always seemed an imperative duty to me—and so it seems still!
MUMMY. What are you looking for in this house? What do you want? How did you get in?—Does it concern my daughter? If you touch her, you must die!
HUMMEL. I mean well by her!
MUMMY. And you have to spare her father!
HUMMEL. No!
MUMMY. Then you must die ... in this very room ... back of that screen....
HUMMEL. Perhaps.... but I can't let go when I have got my teeth in a thing....
MUMMY. You wish to marry her to the Student? Why? He is nothing and has nothing.