LULU. Be a man! Look yourself in the face once:—you have no trace of a conscience; you are frightened at no wickedness; in the most cold-blooded way you mean to make the girl that loves you unhappy; you conquer half the world; you do what you please;—and you know as well as I that—
SCHÖN. (Sunk in the chair, right centre, utterly exhausted.) Stop!
LULU. That you are too weak—to tear yourself away from me.
SCHÖN. (Groaning.) Oh! Oh! You make me weep.
LULU. This moment makes me I cannot tell you how glad.
SCHÖN. My age! My position!
LULU. He cries like a child—the terrible man of might! Now go so to your bride and tell her what kind of a girl I am at heart—not a bit jealous!
SCHÖN. (Sobbing.) The child! The innocent child!
LULU. How can the incarnate devil get so weak all of a sudden! But now go, please. You are nothing more now to me.
SCHÖN. I cannot go to her.