LULU. Water; he's thirsty. (Fills a glass with champagne and sets it to Schön's lips. Alva comes thru the gallery, down the stairs.)
ALVA. Father! O God, my father!
LULU. I shot him.
HUGENBERG. She is innocent!
SCHÖN. (To Alva.) You! It miscarried.
ALVA. (Tries to lift him.) You must go to bed; come.
SCHÖN. Don't take me so! I'm drying up. (Lulu comes with the champagne-cup; to her.) You are still like yourself. (After drinking.) Don't let her escape. (To Alva.) You are the next.
ALVA. (To Hugenberg.) Help me carry him to bed.
SCHÖN. No, no, please, no. Wine, murderess—
ALVA. (To Hugenberg.) Take him up that side. (Pointing right.) Into the bed-room. (They lift Schön upright and lead him right. Lulu stays near the table, the glass in her hand.)