You are raving, Marwood----
MARWOOD.
You remind me that my ravings are not directed against the right person. The father must go first! He must already be in yonder world, when, through a thousand woes the spirit of his daughter follows him (she advances towards him with a dagger which she draws from her bosom). So die, traitor!
MELLEFONT (seizing her arm, and snatching the dagger from her).
Insane woman! What hinders me now from turning the steel against you? But live, and your punishment shall be left for a hand void of honour.
MARWOOD (wringing her hands).
Heaven, what have I done? Mellefont----
MELLEFONT.
Your grief shall not deceive me. I know well why you are sorry--not that you wished to stab me, but that you failed to do so.