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 sunshine and the best conscience. You know that pretty part in the Walkuere? (_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 circumstances. RITA: I do not love the "ordered" circumstances. 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----