Robert. Then I'm through with you! and you, too, Mother. Is a man brought into the world for that! To wear dishonor like a birthmark? Very good! If I had to be born, why didn't you leave me in the dirt when I first saw the day? Where I've got to wallow for the rest of my life because my worthy family desires it!
Auguste. Do you hear that, Mother, and he was always your favorite.
Robert. No, no, Mother, don't listen to me! (Kneeling beside her) I said nothing! If I said anything, it was only madness. To-day I feel as though I were cut loose from everything that is human--or natural! Mother, have pity on me! You can save me! Come with me!
Frau Heinecke. (Sobbing) How do I know you won't break the mirror, too! in your blind fits.
Robert. (Looks wildly at mirror, then rises) We speak different languages--We can't understand each other.
Michalski. (Who has been quietly talking to Heinecke. He slaps Robert on the shoulder) Now you've raised enough hell! Get out of here!
Robert. (Pushing him out of the way) Back! (As his parents and sisters surround him with angry cries. Breaks out in hollow laughter) Ah, so that's it! You throw me out?
Michalski. (Opens door) Get out!
(Count Trast appears on threshold.)
Trast. (Slapping Michalski on shoulder) Thank you humbly for the friendly welcome!