OCEANA. We have sent for you...
LETITIA. WE have sent for you!
OCEANA. Because we wished to talk things out with you in a sensible way. And you'll have to make up your mind to control yourself.
LETITIA. [Sobbing.] Henry, you permit this shameful humiliation!
OCEANA. Henry has nothing to do with this affair, Letitia. It is I who have to talk to you.
LETITIA. [Bursts into hysterical weeping again.] Oh, that I should have lived to see this!
OCEANA. You will find out before you get through that I mean to deal with you fairly. But you cannot accomplish anything by hysterics.
LETITIA. Oh, oh, oh!
OCEANA. And you had best believe me; you injure your case by refusing to act rationally.
LETITIA. [Looks up, frightened.] What do you want with me?