Who are you! Lies! Lies! What do you want with me? Either you get away from here straightway ... or I'll cry out for some one to come an' help me! STRECKMANN Girl, you've lost your senses! ROSE Then I won't have to drag 'em around with me no longer! Who are you! Lies! You've seen nothin'! I'll cry out! I'll shriek as long as I has breath in my body, if you don't go this very second. STRECKMANN [_Frightened._] I'm goin', Rosie. It's all right. ROSE But now! This minute! Y'understand! STRECKMANN Right away! For all I care! An' why not? [_He makes a farcical gesture as though avoiding a shower of rain._] ROSE [_Half-mad with rage and scorn._] There he runs! The vile scoundrel! When you see a fellow like that from behind, you see the best side o' him! Fy, I says! He's all smooth an' spruce on the outside, an' his innards rotten as dirt. A body could die o' disgust! STRECKMANN [_Turns, pale and sinister._] Ah ...! An' is that so indeed! You don't never mean it!... 'Tis not very appetisin' the way you makes it out. Why was you so hot after it, then? ROSE I? Hot after you? STRECKMANN Maybe you've forgotten already? ROSE Scoundrel! STRECKMANN Maybe I am. ROSE Scoundrel! Ruffian! Why do you go sniffin' around me now! Who are you? What has I done? You stuck to my heels! You followed me an' baited me an' snapped at me ... Rascal ... worse'n a dog ... STRECKMANN 'Twas you that ran after me! ROSE What ...? STRECKMANN You came to my house an' made things hot for me! ROSE An' you ... STRECKMANN Well, what? ROSE An' you? An' you? STRECKMANN Well, I don't refuse a good thing that's offered. ROSE Streckmann! You has to die some day! D'you hear? Think o' your last hour! You has to stand before your Judge some day! I ran to you in the awful terror o' my heart! An' I begged you for the love o' God not to put nothin' between me an' August. I crept on my knees before you--an' you say, you, I ran after you! What was it truly? You committed a crime--a crime against me! An' that's worse'n a scoundrel's trick! 'Twas a crime--doubly and trebly! An' the Lord'll bring it home to you! STRECKMANN Listen to that! I'll take my chances! ROSE Is that what you say? You'll take your chances in that court? Then a person can spit in your face! STRECKMANN Think o' the cherry tree! Think o' the crucifix! ROSE An' you swore to me that you'd never mention it again! You swore by all that's holy. You put that hand o' yours on the cross, an' by the cross you swore--an' now you're beginnin' to persecute me again! What do you want? STRECKMANN I'm as good as Flamm. An' I don't want no more goin's on between you an' him! ROSE I'll jump into his bed, scoundrel! An' it wouldn't concern you that much! STRECKMANN Well, we'll see what'll be the end of all that! ROSE