Hedwig:

If Franz returns, yes; if not—­I—­

[Gets up impulsively, as if to run out of the house.]

Amelia:

Don’t you want your tea, Hedwig?

[Hedwig throws open the door, and suddenly confronts a man who apparently was about to enter the house.  He is an official, the military head of the town, known as Captain Hertz.  He is well along in years, rheumatic, but tremendously self-important.]

Hertz: [Stopping Hedwig.]

Wait one moment.  You are the young woman I wish to see.  You don’t get away from me like that.

Hedwig: [Drawing herself up, moves back a step or two.]

What is it?

Hertz: [Turning to the old mother.]

Well, Maria, another son must go—­Arno.  You are an honored woman, a noble example to the state. [Turns to Amelia.] You have lost a very good husband, I understand.  Well, you are a foolish girl.  As for you [Turning to Hedwig, and eyeing her critically and severely], I hear pretty bad things.  Yes, you have been talking to the women—­telling them not to marry, not to multiply.  In so doing you are working directly against the Government.  It is the express request and command that our soldiers about to be called to the front and our young women should marry.  You deliberately set yourself in opposition to that command.  Are you aware that that is treason?

Hedwig:

Why are they asking this, Herr Captain?

Hertz:

Our statesmen are wise.  They are thinking of the future state.  The nation is fast being depopulated.  We must take precautionary measures.  We must have men for the future.  I warn you, that to do or say anything which subverts the plan of the empire for its own welfare, especially at a time when our national existence is in peril—­well, it is treason.  Were it not that you are the daughter-in-law of my old friend [Indicating the Mother], I should not take the trouble to warn you, but pack you off to jail at once.  Not another word from you, you understand?

Hedwig: [Calmly, even sweetly, but with fire in her eye.]

If I say I will keep quiet, will you promise me something in return?

Hertz:

What do you mean?  Quiet?  Of course you’ll keep quiet.  Quiet as a tombstone, if I have anything to say about it.

Hedwig: [Calm and tense.]

I mean what I say.  Promise to see to it that if we bear you the men for your nation, there shall be no more war.  See to it that they shall not go forth to murder and be murdered.  That is fair.  We will do our part,—­we always have,—­will you do yours?  Promise.

Hertz:

I—­I—­ridiculous!  There will always be war.

Hedwig:

Then one day we will stop giving you men.  Look at mother.  Four sons torn from her in one month, and none of you ever asked her if she wanted war.  You keep us here helpless.  We don’t want dreadnoughts and armies and fighting, we women.  You tear our husbands, our sons, from us,—­you never ask us to help you find a better way,—­and haven’t we anything to say?