rejoice with me. I see you will take nothing. Stop!
(Thrusts her hand into the desk.)
There, Franziska,
(gives her money)
buy yourself what you like. Ask for more, if it be not sufficient; but
rejoice with me you must. It is so melancholy to be happy alone.
There, take it, then.

FRAN.
It is stealing it from you, my lady. You are intoxicated, quite
intoxicated with joy.

MIN.
Girl, my intoxication is of a quarrelsome kind. Take it, or
(forcing money into her hand)
. . . and if you thank me . . . Stay, it is well that I think of it.
(Takes more money from the desk.)
Put that aside, Franziska, for the first poor wounded soldier who
accosts us.



SCENE IV.
Landlord, Minna, and Franziska

MIN.
Well, is he coming?

LAND.
The cross, unmannered fellow!