Nelson: It makes me mad, but I'm easy. You're crying because you love me, and that's swell. Don't cry, come on, don't cry. You'll make me do it, too.
Angelica:
Go quickly, join my father, second him, speak together to my mother.
Beg her. Press her.
Nelson:
Shh! Shh! There's your other lover who's listening.
Angelica:
Ha—are you there, Mr. Richly?
Edward: What I've just heard, what you've just said, has exposed you to me. The lawyer I've just been with proved sufficiently your betrayal, but you aren't worthy of my reproaches. I will take the way of scorn and silence.
(Shouting) Don't wait for me, nor beg, nor reproach—ingrate! No, faithless one, no traitress—
Nelson:
Do you call this the way of silence?
Edward:
Just Heaven—
Nelson:
What are you complaining of? That she promised you something?
Edward: Nothing at all, Mr. Nelson. I would like to know indeed, sir, by what right you insult me? How, I beg you, can you have any hope? First of all, my father has as much money as you—and the little merit that you have—