KABANOV.
Say things? Why, what things am I to say? God knows what it is you're
afraid of! You won't be alone, you know, you'll be with mamma.

KATERINA.
Don't speak of her, don't torture my heart! Ah, how wretched I am, how
wretched! (_Weeps_.) Where can I go? Whom can I cling to? Merciful
Heavens, I am lost!

KABANOV.
Come, be quiet!

KATERINA (_goes up to her husband and draws him to her_).
Tisha, dear one, if you would stay, if you would take me with you, how I
would love you, how I would cherish you, my dear one!

KABANOV.
I can't make you out, Katia! Often there's no getting a word out of you,
to say nothing of a kiss, and now you come coaxing up to me of your own
accord.

KATERINA.
Tisha, what are you leaving me to? There'll be trouble when you're away!
There'll be trouble!

KABANOV.
Now, come, I can't, so it's no use.

KATERINA.
Well, here then! Take from me some dreadful vow....