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What do you expect me to do, if not return and chastise you, and brand you as a coward?

Severo. Me?

Ernest. Precisely.

Teodora. No!

Ernest. He has brought it on himself. I have seen him lift his hand in anger to you—you, you! So now—— [Seizes Don Severo violently.]

Severo. You impudent puppy!

Ernest. True, but I'll not release you. You loved and respected your mother, I presume. For that reason you must respect Teodora, and humbly bow before a sorrow so immense as hers. This woman, sir, is purer, more honest than the mother of such a man as you.

Severo. This to me?

Ernest. Yes, and I have not yet done.

Severo. Your life——

Ernest. Oh, my life, as much as you like—but afterwards. [Teodora endeavours to part them, but he pushes her gently away, without releasing Don Severo.] You believe in a God—in a Maker—in hope. Well, then, as you bend your knee before the altar of that God above, so will I compel you to kneel to Teodora,—and that instantly, sir. Down—in the dust.

Teodora. For mercy's sake——

Ernest. To the ground! [Forces Don Severo to kneel.]

Teodora. Enough, Ernest.

Severo. A thousand thunders.

Ernest. At her feet!

Severo. You!

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