MAGDA.
Oh, I have only to request.
FRANZISKA.
[Rising.] It seems to me that your requests are somewhat forcible.
MAGDA.
[Laughing.] Perhaps. [Exit Franziska in a rage.
MARIE.
Oh, Magda!
MAGDA.
Yes, sweet. That's the way to go through the world,--bend or break; that is, I never bend. It's the only way.