LULU. That comes from my lowly origin.
SCHÖN. From your depravity!
LULU. With a thousand pleasures I take the blame on myself! You must feel clean now; you must think yourself a model of austerity now, a paragon of unflinching principle! Otherwise you could never marry the child in her boundless inexperience—
SCHÖN. Do you want me to grab you and—
LULU. Yes! What must I say to make you? Not for the world would I change with the innocent kid now! Tho the girl loves you as no woman has ever loved you yet!
SCHÖN. Silence, beast! Silence!
LULU. Marry her—and then she'll dance in her childish wretchedness before my eyes, instead of I before hers!
SCHÖN. (Raising his fists.) God forgive me—
LULU. Strike me! Where is your riding-whip? Strike me on the legs—
SCHÖN. (Grasping his temples.) Away, away! (Rushes to the door, recollects himself, turns around.) Can I go before the girl now, this way? Home!