Fletcher. [Angry.] No!
Marion. [Angry.] Then I do right to despise you!
Fletcher. No, because it is my love for you that keeps me back. [Marion laughs a bitter, satirical laugh.] I will marry only you.
Marion. Me! Ha! [Laughs again.
Fletcher. [Angrily—close to her.] And I will marry you.
Marion. No, you'll not! [Faces him.
Fletcher. I will force you to marry me.
Marion. How dare you to take that tone with me.
Fletcher. I dare more than that.
Marion. [Goes to bell.] Take care, or I'll have the servants turn you out of the house! [Fletcher laughs an ironical laugh.] Will you marry Jeannette Gros!