Rosa monologue — The Ghetto: A Drama in Four Acts

No, never again; never shall you lay your hand on me! I know what lies before me now. I am your wife and you will not proclaim me. I am your wife and they insult me, and you bundle them off without a word such as I wanted, as if I were your mistress, who must not be vexed! I know now; last night you soothed me over--you took me in your arms before him; but he is blind--he did not understand--he only suspected something foul; and so it will grow, until his suspicion makes an open accusation; and then you will stand revealed--you will shrink away from me--you will cry, "I have sinned in the sight of the synagogue," and I shall be cast out of doors--a broken plaything, a husk of yesterday!