I don't understand that, Fritz.
Fritz.
Then don't ask me!... I can't say it, father.... I had rather bite off my tongue. (Pauses.)
Major.
(Goes to the door on the left, opens it, looks out, and closes it again.) Now speak! (Wildly.) Speak or----
Fritz.
For me, father, there is no more any "or." ... Whether you turn me out or not, it is all the same.
Major (softly, grinding his teeth).
Do you wish to drive me mad, boy?
(Fritz crying out).