Anythin' but that, August. I can't do that!
AUGUST
'Tis not Christian. Yon must withdraw.
BERND
I don't believe that 'tis not Christian!—For why? 'Tis a piece of infamy to cut off a girl's honour that way. 'Tis a crime that needs to be punished.
AUGUST
I hardly know how to begin, father Bernd…. You've been too hasty in this matter….
BERND
My wife who's in her grave demands that of me! An' my honour demands it … the honour o' my house and o' my lass. An' yours, too, if you come to think.