Miss Julie and Other Plays

by Strindberg August

Christine. Look here, Miss; do you believe in all this yourself?

Julie.[Crushed.] Do I believe in it myself?

Christine. Yes.

Julie.[Tired.] I don’t know. I don’t really believe in anything any more. [She sits down on the seat and lays her head on the table between her arms.] In anything, in anything at all.

Christine.[Turns to the left, where JOHN is standing.] So you thought you’d elope, did you?

John.[Shamefaced, puts his rasor on the table.] Elope? Come, that’s a big word—you heard Miss Julie’s plan; and although she’s tired now, from having been up all night, the scheme can still be put through.

Christine. I say, did you mean that I should be cook there, for her?

John.[Sharply.] Be so kind as to speak more refined when you’re talking of your mistress. Understand?

Christine. Mistress?

John. Yes.