When the sun sets it drizzles, but you are pouring rain. Why are you still crying? Your eyes are like the sea always ebbing and flowing. Wife, have you told her the news?
Ah, but she says no thank you. I wish that fool were dead.
I wish I were dead too! Why won't she marry him? Is she ungrateful or shameful? She should think herself blessed that we found her an honorable man, as worthless as she is.
I don't like what you have found for me, but I'm thankful you've found it. I can't be proud of what I hate, but I can if it was meant with love.
How how how! What is this stupid logic? You say "proud" and "thank you" and then "not proud" and "no thank you". But you're not showing me any thanks or giving me any pride, you spoiled brat. On Thursday you are going to that church and marrying Paris even if I have to drag you there myself you disgusting corpse! You garbage! You pale face!
What's wrong with you? Are you crazy?
Gracious Father, I beg you on my knees. Please hear me out with patience.
Forget you, you worthless garbage! Disobedient wretch! I tell you what, you better get to that church Thursday or never dare to look me in the face again. Don't speak, don't reply, don't answer back. My fingers itch to slap you. Wife, we never thought ourselves blessed to have only one child, but one is one too many. We were cursed in having her. She disgusts me, the little whore.