Where’sh my shecurity? [Furiously.] You were going to rob me, were you? You were going to steal a march on me!
Han. Yes, a wedding march!
[Pointing to Yunglangtsi.
Cosi. My money. My money! Give me my money, or I sell you!
Mrs. O. You shan’t have your money! You’ve stolen the girl yourself—you know you have!
Olang. Yes, they have stolen her! I can see it in their faces! Thieves! Thieves!
Mrs. O. They’ve taken her!
Cosi. I have not!
Mrs. O. She was here ten minutes ago!
Cosi. [Losing all control.] And if I had taken her—I had a right to take her! She was my property! Yes, yes! What right had you to be marrying her to any one? Dat was shtealing, dat was!