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And that now my life is soon to be broken off behind me, as if it were sinking away from under me, and that a new life is to begin, one so entirely new--don't be offended, good Robert! This to me is so strange--gives me such a feeling of anxiety!
ROBERT.
A new life? A life so entirely new? Why, Mary, it is still the old life, only more beautiful. It is still the dear old tree under which we are sitting, only it is in bloom now.
MARY.
Besides, the thought that I am to leave my father and my mother! The old I see pa.s.sing away, the new I do not see coming; the old I must leave, the new I cannot reach.
ROBERT.
Must you indeed leave your father? Do we not all remain together? Has not my father for this very reason bought the estate of Dusterwalde?
SOPHY.
That is the anxiety which comes over one in spring; one knows not whence it comes, nor why. And yet in spring one knows that everything will become more and more beautiful, and still one feels anxious. One is merely afraid of happiness. Now that my dearest wishes are about to be fulfilled--do I not experience the same sensation? I might almost wish that a roast were burnt, or that a piece of the fine china were broken.
Happiness is like the sun: There must be a little shade if man is to be comfortable. I will just go to see whether a little shade of that sort has not been cast in the kitchen.
[_Exit to the left_.]
MARY (_after she and_ ROBERT _have been standing in silence facing each other_).
Is anything wrong with you, Robert?
ROBERT.
With me? No. Perhaps--
MARY.
You are still angry with your father? And he is so good!
ROBERT.
That is just the trouble, that he is so good. Oh, his kindness is almost more difficult to bear than his violent temper! His anger only hurts, his kindness humiliates; over against his anger I set my pride--but what can I set against his kindness?
MARY.
And you wanted to go away, you wicked Robert, and leave us all!
ROBERT.
I wanted to go, but I am still here. Oh! That was a wretched time! I despaired of everything; of you, Mary; of myself; but all that is now past. There must be a little shade, only not too much. Let us go out, Mary. It is so close here in the house. The musicians shall play us the merriest piece they know. [_They are about to go_.]
SCENE III
_The same. Enter the_ FORESTER, _his Wife behind him. As soon as_ MARY _sees the_ FORESTER, _she leaves_ ROBERT _and embraces her father_.
FORESTER.
Get out, wench! [_Tearing himself free_.] Is this the sun's ray after a rainy day, that the gadflies come buzzing about one's head? Have you filled Robert's ears with lamentations, you women folks? You silly girl there!
[_Pushes_ MARY _from him_.]
I have something to say to Robert. I have been looking for you, Mr.
Stein.
ROBERT.
Mr. Stein? No longer Robert?
FORESTER.
Everything has its due season, familiar speech and formal speech. When the women folks are gone--
SOPHY.
Don't worry, we'll retreat, you old bear. Don't be afraid to talk.
FORESTER.
All right. As soon as you are out.
ROBERT (_leads her out_).
Don't be angry, mother dear.
SOPHY.
If I were to mind him, I should never cease being angry.
FORESTER.
Close the door! Do you hear?
SOPHY.
Hush, hus.h.!.+
FORESTER.
Who is master here? Confound it!
SCENE IV
