Richard monologue (Act 2) — The Devil's Disciple

Stop, stop, stop, I tell you. Don’t do that. (_Putting his hand to his breast as if to a wound._) He wrung my heart by being a man. Need you tear it by being a woman? Has he not raised you above my insults, like himself? (_She stops crying, and recovers herself somewhat, looking at him with a scared curiosity._) There: that’s right. (_Sympathetically._) You’re better now, aren’t you? (_He puts his hand encouragingly on her shoulder. She instantly rises haughtily, and stares at him defiantly. He at once drops into his usual sardonic tone._) Ah, that’s better. You are yourself again: so is Richard. Well, shall we go to tea like a quiet respectable couple, and wait for your husband’s return?