Selma.
No, I won’t take care! I cannot go on lying and shamming any longer! I must speak the truth. I will not “bear” anything!
Erik.
Selma!
The Chamberlain.
Child, what are you saying?
Selma.
Oh, how cruel you have been to me! Shamefully—all of you! It was my part always to accept—never to give. I have been like a pauper among you. You never came and demanded a sacrifice of me; I was not fit to bear anything. I hate you! I loathe you!
Erik.
What can this mean?