The scarecrow! : The monster! First he takes our land and then he has the impudence to abuse us. C HUBUKOV : And that blind hen, yes, that turnip-ghost has the confounded cheek to make a proposal, and so on!
What? A proposal! : What proposal? C HUBUKOV : Why, he came here to propose to you.
: To propose? To me? Why didn’t you tell me so before? C HUBUKOV : So he dresses up in evening clothes.
The stuffed sausage! The wizen-faced frump! : To propose to me? Ah!
[ Falls into an easy-chair and wails ] Bring him back! Back! Ah! Bring him here.
C HUBUKOV : Bring whom here? : Quick, quick! I’m ill! Fetch him!
[ Hysterics .] C HUBUKOV : What’s that? What’s the matter with you? [ Clutches at his head ] Oh, unhappy man that I am! I’ll shoot myself!
I’ll hang myself! We’ve done for her! : I’m dying! Fetch him!
C HUBUKOV : Tfoo! At once. Don’t yell! [ Runs out.
A pause .] : [ Natalya Stepanovna wails .] What have they done to me? Fetch him back! Fetch him! [ A pause.
Chubukov runs in .] C HUBUKOV : He’s coming, and so on, devil take him! Ouf! Talk to him yourself; I don’t want to... : [ wails ] Fetch him!
C HUBUKOV : [ yells ] He’s coming, I tell you. Oh, what a burden, Lord, to be the father of a grown-up daughter! I’ll cut my throat I will, indeed! We cursed him, abused him, drove him out; and it’s all you...
you! : No, it was you! C HUBUKOV : I tell you it’s not my fault. [ Lomov appears at the door ] Now you talk to him yourself.
[ Exit .] : [ Lomov enters, exhausted. ] My heart’s palpitating awfully. My foot’s gone to sleep. There’s something that keeps pulling in my side....
: Forgive us, Ivan Vassilevitch, we were all a little heated. I remember now: Oxen Meadows... really are yours. : My heart’s beating awfully.