Liliom

by Ferenc Molnár

But you wouldn’t dare to marry anyone like me, would you?

JULIE

I know that—that—if I loved anyone—it wouldn’t make any difference to me what he—even if I died for it.

LILIOM

But you wouldn’t marry a rough guy like me—that is,—eh—if you loved me——

JULIE

Yes, I would—if I loved you, Mister Liliom. [There is a pause.]

LILIOM

[Whispers.] Well,—you just said—didn’t you?—that you don’t love me. Well, why don’t you go home then?