Father Bernd, father Bernd, how am I to speak to you if you're so set on not makin' peace? You've spoke o' so many kinds of honour. But we're not to seek our honour or glory in this world, but God's only an' no other!
BERND
'Tis otherwise in this matter. Here woman's honour is God's too! Or have you any complaint to make against Rose?
AUGUST
I've said to you: I make no complaint!
BERND
Or is your own conscience troublin' you on her account?
AUGUST
You know me in that respeck, father Bernd. Before I'd depart from the straight an' narrow way …