Melchior.
Who are you, sir??
Moritz.
Please don't send me away. Please don't. Let me stay here a bit with you; I won't disturb you in anything——It is so dreadful down there.
The Masked Man.
Why do you gabble about sublimity, then?——You know that that is humbug——sour grapes! Why do you lie so diligently, you chimera? If you consider it so great a favor, you may stay, as far as I am concerned. But take yourself to leeward, my dear friend——and please keep your dead man's hand out of the game!
Melchior.
Will you tell me once for all who you are, or not?
The Masked Man.
No——I propose to you that you shall confide yourself to me. I will take care of your future success.