KLEINERT
But you lay half dead yonder behind the willow! An' you writhed like a worm.
ROSE
Kleinert, go your ways…. I'll be lightin' a light! An' I must light a fire, too … go your ways … the folks will be comin' to their supper!… Oh, no, Kleinert, Kleinert! But I'm that tired! Oh, I'm so terrible tired! No one wouldn't believe how tired I am.
KLEINERT
An' then you want to be lightin' a fire here? That's nothin' for you! Bed is the place where you ought to be!
ROSE
Kleinert, go your ways, go! If father, an' if August … they mustn't know nothin'! For my sake, go! Don't do nothin' that'll only harm me!
KLEINERT
I don't want to do nothin' that'll harm you!