Voices Off Stage. Oh, master! Mercy, master!
First Girl. It spoils him, this cringing. It spoils a good servant. As long as he is kept in his place—
[A man enters and kneels, looking at Life off stage, in fear.]
First Girl [steals to man and says]. But he is only a slave. Do you not see that he is a slave?
Man. How can you say that? Look at his terrible face. Who that has seen his face can doubt that he is a master, and a cruel one?
First Girl. He cannot be a master unless you make him so.
Man. What is this that you are saying? Is it true?
First Girl. Yes, it is true. Even though it can be put into words it is true.
Man [starts to rise, sinks to knees again]. Yes. I see that it is true. But go away.
First Girl [crouching behind bush again]. Ah!