OCEANA. Henry, let me have a say. I am obliged to you, but I don't want to stay. It's absurd for me to be here... I don't belong here. I've lived all my life under the open sky; I've been free. I've swum several miles every day and run several more; I've hunted and fished and danced and played; and here they dress me up in long skirts and sit me in a corner and tell me I'm a lady! I can stand it just so long ... I've stood it twenty-four hours, and I feel like a wild animal in a cage. If I don't find something to do... something real... something that is thrilling... truly, I'll murder some one. [She paces the room; DR. and MRS. Masterson shrink away from her.] Yes, I mean it! [With increasing vehemence.] Picture me at home. When I was hungry, I went out for game; and unless I got the game, I stayed hungry. Or I went fishing, and I had to get my canoe through the surf. I had the zest of danger... I had real struggle. But here I have nothing. They bring me my food on silver platters; they get up and give me their seats, they even push the doors open in front of me! And so I'm panting for something to do... for some opposition, some competition, some conflict. I'm spoiling for a fight! You, Henry, don't you know what I mean? A fight! [With a sharp, swift gesture.] I want to meet some wild animal again! Is there a wild animal in you? [They stare at each other; suddenly she springs and takes the other single-stick from FREDDY.] Here! You know this game! My father taught you! [She holds out one to him.] Come on! HENRY. [Bewildered.] Oceana! This is not the place. OCEANA. It's the place for me! Take it! [She forces it on him.] Now! Forget that I'm a woman! Ready! HENRY. Oceana! No! OCEANA. Are you afraid of your mother-in-law? HENRY. Good heavens! OCEANA. If you're not, you're the only man in the family that isn't. [She drops her robe.] Now! MRS. MASTERSON. This is disgraceful! DR. MASTERSON. Oceana, I beg of you... OCEANA. Defend yourself! [She makes a feint at Henry's head, causing him to raise his stick.] Lay on! [She attacks him briskly. He defends himself. There is a swift rattle of the sticks and a vivid conflict.] HENRY. [Laughing.] Oceana, for God's sake, stop! MRS. MASTERSON. Oh, stop them! DR. MASTERSON. Are you mad? FREDDY. Oceana! OCEANA. [Wild with the excitement of the struggle.] Lay on! Ha, ha! Well played! Guard! Once again! Ah, this is what I like! This is what I've been looking for! [They leap here and there; the others dodge out of the way, protesting; the conflict grows more and more strenuous.] LETITIA. [Enters left; screams in terror.] Henry! [They stop; a long pause.] Henry! What does this mean? HENRY. My dear... [Stops for lack of breath.] OCEANA. Freddy, my robe. [Wraps herself and sits in chair, smiling.] LETITIA. What does this mean? MRS. MASTERSON. Of all the shameless and insane procedures! LETITIA. Are you mad, Henry?