But for God’s sake—
Dr Scholz.
Don’t beat me!—don’t beat me—again!
[He makes cramped efforts to free himself from William’s arms.
William.
May my hand perish!—Father dear, don’t think such a thing—dear father, don’t dream it—
[Dr Scholz frees himself, flies from William calling for help.
William.
Father, you strike me, you beat me!