SCHÖN. Only that was left! In order that to-morrow the next man may find his pastime where I have shuddered from cleft to chasm, suicide upon me and =thou= before me! You dare suggest that? That part of my life I have poured into you I am to see thrown before wild beasts? Do you see your bed with the sacrifice--the victim--on it? The boy is homesick for you. Did you let yourself be divorced? You trod him under your feet, knocked out his brains, caught up his blood in gold-pieces. I let myself be divorced? =Can= one be divorced when two people have grown into each other and half the man must go, too? (Reaching for the revolver.) Give it here! LULU. Don't! SCHÖN. I'll spare you the trouble. LULU. (Tears herself loose, holding the revolver down; in a determined, self-possessed tone.) If men have killed themselves for my sake, that doesn't lower my value. You know as well why you made me your wife as I knew why I took you for husband. You had deceived your best friends with me; you could not well go on deceiving yourself with me. If you bring me the close of your life as a sacrifice, still you have had my whole youth for it. You understand ten times better than I do which is the more valuable. I have never in the world wished to seem to be anything different from what I am taken for, and I have never in the world been taken for anything different from what I am. You want to force me to fire a bullet into my heart. I'm not sixteen any more, but to fire a bullet in my heart I am still much too young! SCHÖN. (Pursuing her.) Down, murderess! Down with you! To your knees, murderess! (Crowding her to the foot of the stairs.) Down, and never dare to stand again! (Raising his hand. Lulu has sunk to her knees.) Pray to God, murderess, that he give you strength. Sue to heaven that strength for it may be lent you! (Hugenberg jumps up from under the table, knocking a chair aside, and screams "Help!" Schön whirls toward him, turning his back to Lulu who instantly fires five shots into him and continues to pull the trigger. Schön, tottering over, is caught by Hugenberg and let down in the chair.) SCHÖN. And--there--is--one--more-- LULU. (Rushing to Schön.) All merciful--! SCHÖN. Out of my sight! Alva! LULU. (Kneeling.) The one man I loved! SCHÖN. Harlot! Murderess! Alva! Alva! Water! LULU. Water; he's thirsty. (Fills a glass with champagne and sets it to Schön's lips. Alva comes thru the gallery, down the stairs.) ALVA. Father! O God, my father! LULU. I shot him. HUGENBERG. She is innocent! SCHÖN. (To Alva.) You! It miscarried. ALVA. (Tries to lift him.) You must go to bed; come. SCHÖN. Don't take me so! I'm drying up. (Lulu comes with the champagne-cup; to her.) You are still like yourself. (After drinking.) Don't let her escape. (To Alva.) You are the next. ALVA. (To Hugenberg.) Help me carry him to bed. SCHÖN. No, no, please, no. Wine, murderess--