Love and Intrigue (Act 2 Scene 4) Friedrich Schiller
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Miller's House.
MILLER meeting LOUISA and MRS. MILLER.
MILLER
Ay! ay! I told you how it would be!
LOUISA
(hastening to him with anxiety) What, father? What?
MILLER
(running up and down the room) My cloak, there. Quick, quick! I must be beforehand with him. My cloak, I say! Yes, yes! this was just what I expected!
LOUISA
For God's sake, father! tell me?
MRS. MILLER
What is the matter, Miller? What alarms you?
MILLER
(throwing down his wig) Let that go to the friezer. What is the matter, indeed? And my beard, too, is nearly half an inch long. What's the matter? What do you think, you old carrion. The devil has broke loose, and you may look out for squalls.
MRS. MILLER
There, now, that's just the way! When anything goes wrong it is always my fault.
MILLER
Your fault? Yes, you brimstone fagot! and whose else should it be? This very morning when you were holding forth about that confounded major, did I not say then what would be the consequence? That knave, Worm, has blabbed.
MILLER meeting LOUISA and MRS. MILLER.
MILLER
Ay! ay! I told you how it would be!
LOUISA
(hastening to him with anxiety) What, father? What?
MILLER
(running up and down the room) My cloak, there. Quick, quick! I must be beforehand with him. My cloak, I say! Yes, yes! this was just what I expected!
LOUISA
For God's sake, father! tell me?
MRS. MILLER
What is the matter, Miller? What alarms you?
MILLER
(throwing down his wig) Let that go to the friezer. What is the matter, indeed? And my beard, too, is nearly half an inch long. What's the matter? What do you think, you old carrion. The devil has broke loose, and you may look out for squalls.
MRS. MILLER
There, now, that's just the way! When anything goes wrong it is always my fault.
MILLER
Your fault? Yes, you brimstone fagot! and whose else should it be? This very morning when you were holding forth about that confounded major, did I not say then what would be the consequence? That knave, Worm, has blabbed.
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