Go on, Gart.

You may say that it was your own idea?
That's the way you men are--you forget everything.

Will you say perhaps that I--" "Mariet!" Haggart interrupts her threateningly.
Mariet, turning pale, looking sorrowfully at his terrible eyes which are now steadfastly fixed upon her, continues, still smiling: "Go on, Gart! Will you say perhaps that I--Will you say perhaps that I dissuaded you?
That would be funny--" HAGGART--No, I will not say that.

You lie, Mariet! Even I, Haggart--just think of it, people--even I believed her, so cleverly does this woman lie.
MARIET--Go--on--Haggart.
HAGGART--You are laughing?
Abbot, I don't want to be the husband of your daughter--she lies.
ABBOT--You are worse than the devil, Gart! That's what I say--You are worse than the devil, Gart! HAGGART--You are all foolish people! I don't understand you; I don't know now what to do with you.

Shall I laugh?
Shall I be angry?
Shall I cry?
You want to let me go--why, then, don't you let me go?
You are sorry for Philipp.