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FRIEDRICH: Then, after some time has elapsed and you feel at home and when all is forgotten, as though nothing had ever happened----
RITA: But a great deal has happened.
FRIEDRICH: Erna, you must not take me for such a Philistine that I would mind that. At heart I am unprejudiced. No, really, I know (_softly_) my own fault, and I know Life. I know very well, and I cannot ask it of you, that you, in a career like yours, you----
RITA: Hm?
FRIEDRICH: Well, that you should have remained entirely faultless. And I do not ask it of you either.
RITA: You do well at that.
FRIEDRICH: I mean, whatever has happened within these four years--lies beyond us, does not concern me--but shall not concern you any longer either. Rita Revera has ceased to be--Erna Hattenbach returns to her family.
RITA: Lovely, very lovely. Hm!--but then, what then? Shall I start a cooking school?
FRIEDRICH (_with a gentle reproach_): But, Erna! Don't you understand me? Could you think of anything else than---- Of course, I shall marry you then.
(_Rita looks at him puzzled._)
FRIEDRICH: But that is self-evident. Why should I have looked you up otherwise? Why should I be here? But, dear Erna, don't look so stunned.
RITA (_still stares at him_): "Simply--marry." Strange. (_She turns around towards the open piano, plays and sings softly_) Farilon, farila, farilette.
FRIEDRICH (_has risen_): Erna! Do not torment me!
RITA: Torment? No. That would not be right. You are a good fellow. Give me a kiss. (_She rises._)
FRIEDRICH (_embraces and kisses her_): My Erna! Oh, you have grown so much prettier! So much prettier!
(_Rita leans her head on his shoulder._)
FRIEDRICH: But now come. Let us not lose one moment.
(_Rita does not move_.)
FRIEDRICH: If possible let everything be.... Come! (_He pushes her with gentle force_) You cry?
RITA (_hastily wipes the tears from her eyes, controls herself_): O, nonsense. Rita Revera does not cry--she laughs. (_Laughs forcedly._)
FRIEDRICH: Erna, do not use that name. I do not care to hear it again!
RITA: Oh--you do not want to hear it any more. You would like to command me. You come here and a.s.sume that that which life and hard times have made of me you can wipe out in a half hour! No! You do not know life and know nothing of me. (_Harshly_) My name is Revera, and I shall not marry a merchant from Rudolstadt.
FRIEDRICH: How is that? You still hesitate?
RITA: Do I look as though I hesitated? (_She steps up closer to him._) Do you know, Fred, that during the years after my escape I often went hungry, brutally hungry? Do you know that I ran about in the most frightful dives, with rattling plate, collecting pennies and insults? Do you know what it means to humiliate oneself for dry bread? You see; that has been my school. Do you understand that I had to become an entirely different person or go to ruin? One who owes everything to himself, who is proud of himself, but who no longer respects anything, above all, no conventional measures and weights? And do you understand, Fred, that it would be base on my part were I to follow you to the Philistine?
FRIEDRICH (_after a pause, sadly_): No, I do not understand that.
RITA (_again gaily_): I thought so. Shall I dread there every suspicion and tremble before every fool, whereas I can breathe free air, enjoy suns.h.i.+ne and the best conscience. You know that pretty part in the Walkure? (_She sings_):
"Greet Rudolstadt for me, Greet my father and mother And all the heroes....
I shall not follow you to them!"
Now you know. (_She sits down at the piano again._)
FRIEDRICH (_after silence_): Even if you have lived through hard times, that still does not give you the right to disregard the duties of morals and customs.
RITA (_plays and sings_): "Farilon, farila, farilette--"
FRIEDRICH: I cannot understand how you can refuse me, when I offer you the opportunity of returning to ordered circ.u.mstances.
RITA: I do not love the "ordered" circ.u.mstances. On the contrary, I must have something to train.
FRIEDRICH: And I? I shall never be anything to you any more? You thrust me also aside in your stubbornness.
RITA: But not at all. Why?
FRIEDRICH: How so? Did you not state just now that you would never marry a merchant from Rudolstadt.
RITA: Certainly----
FRIEDRICH: Do you see? You cannot be so cold and heartless towards me?
(_Flattering_) Why did you kiss me before? I know you also yearn in your innermost heart for those times in which we secretly saw and found each other. You also, and, even if you deny it, I felt it before when you cried. (_Softly_) Erna! Come along, come along with me! Come! Become my dear wife!
RITA (_looks at him quietly_): No, I shall not do such a thing.
FRIEDRICH (_starts nervously; after a pause_): Erna! Is that your last word?
RITA: Yes.
FRIEDRICH: Consider well what you say!
RITA: I know what I am about.
FRIEDRICH: Erna! You want--to remain what you are?
RITA: Yes. That's just what I want.
FRIEDRICH (_remains for some time struggling, then grasps his hat_): Then--adieu! (_He hurries toward the left into the bedroom._)
RITA (_calls smiling_): Halt! Not there.
FRIEDRICH (_returns, confused_): Pardon me, I----
RITA: Poor Fred, did you stray into my bedroom? There is the door.
