STEIN.
Are you mad, boy? To your room this moment! Do you hear?
ROBERT.
Father, I ask you—
STEIN.
You shall obey, not ask!
ROBERT.
Your anger carries you away. Father, I implore you, do not tear open the wound which healed only because I made allowance for your excited state. I shall wait till you have become calm; till you are again master of yourself.
STEIN.
You see that I am master of myself. You try to provoke me by all means, and you do not succeed. But now not another word! Not a sound!