Remember, Urania is against you. Let Madame return home in
peace for the moment. We must run to make the marriage contract. For
now we are at the beginning of the end--or is it the end of the
beginning? Anyway, we must finish.
CURTAIN
ACT III.
The street again. Sometime later. Enter Jenny and Urania.
Jenny
I tell you truly, Madame, I don't believe you can find another man
with such an evil heart. When I pressed him to return your portrait,
he wanted to beat me. And, I believe he would have, if his valet, a
man of softer disposition, hadn't diverted his rage. Oh, M'am, arm
yourself with courage--follow your point, and be valiant. Pursue your
rights. You have him in your power. You have his promise in writing.
He'll have to make good on it.
Urania
If I don't make him, let Heaven punish me.
Jenny
Here there is no relying on oaths, on probity. Despite law and honor,
women these days are often trapped. They rely on words, and are
deceived. So, to protect ourselves, we must make them put their fair
words in writing. It's only fair. But, what use will it be to get it
in writing, if we don't enforce the contract? I see very plainly, that
in this ungrateful century, one cannot hope to rely on anything that's
not in writing.
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