Are we less your children than these who have been picked up in the street? And are we not brother and sister to those who died?
DAVID.
Rosa is right, mother,—everybody will get the proper share.
ROSA.
Yes? But do you know, father, what is the proper share for everybody?
She laughs bitterly and wants to go away.
DAVID.
Gently and sadly.
Stay here, Rosa!
ROSA.