Gern. (passionately.) That is too much!
Clar. Hush, Sir! or I will run and fetch all the children of Brunnig, that have been robbed by you; their words, their tears, and their curses, shall impeach you before God and man. You accuse others, who are angels of light compared with you.
Reiss. (in a passion.) Do you intend to marry him?
Soph. Yes!
Reiss. Without office, without bread, without honour?
Soph. Without office, without bread, but who says without honour?
Reiss. I, I, I!
Clar. Thunder and lightning!
P. Coun. Patience, father!--Withdraw; your daughter stays with my father.
Reiss. If she chooses to be disinherited.