Judith monologue — Plays by August Strindberg, First Series

[_With all the seriousness of deepest suffering_] You!--No, I can never live through this! [_Cries out, pressing her breast with both hands_] I suffer, I suffer--What have you done to me? I don't want to live any longer! Allan, don't go--not alone! Let us go together--we'll take the small boat, the little white one--and we'll sail far out, with the main sheet made fast--the wind is high--and we sail till we founder out there, way out, where there is no eelgrass and no jelly-fish--What do you say?--But we should have washed the sails yesterday--they should be white as snow--for I want to see white in that moment--and you swim with your arm about me until you grow tired--and then we sink--[_Turning around_] There would be style in that, a good deal more style than in going about here lamenting and smuggling letters that will be opened and jeered at by father--Allan! [_She takes hold of both his arms and shakes him_] Do you hear?