Trigorin. [Looking through the pages of a book] Page 121, lines 11 and 12; here it is. [He reads] “If at any time you should have need of my life, come and take it.”

TREPLIEFF picks up the bandage off the floor and goes out.

Arkadina. [Looking at her watch] The carriage will soon be here.

Trigorin. [To himself] If at any time you should have need of my life, come and take it.

Arkadina.  I hope your things are all packed.

Trigorin. [Impatiently] Yes, yes. [In deep thought] Why do I hear a note of sadness that wrings my heart in this cry of a pure soul?  If at any time you should have need of my life, come and take it. [To Arkadina] Let us stay here one more day!

Arkadina shakes her head.

Trigorin.  Do let us stay!

Arkadina.  I know, dearest, what keeps you here, but you must control yourself.  Be sober; your emotions have intoxicated you a little.

Trigorin.  You must be sober, too.  Be sensible; look upon what has happened as a true friend would. [Taking her hand] You are capable of self-sacrifice.  Be a friend to me and release me!

Arkadina. [In deep excitement] Are you so much in love?

Trigorin.  I am irresistibly impelled toward her.  It may be that this is just what I need.

Arkadina.  What, the love of a country girl?  Oh, how little you know yourself!

Trigorin.  People sometimes walk in their sleep, and so I feel as if I were asleep, and dreaming of her as I stand here talking to you.  My imagination is shaken by the sweetest and most glorious visions.  Release me!

Arkadina. [Shuddering] No, no!  I am only an ordinary woman; you must not say such things to me.  Do not torment me, Boris; you frighten me.

Trigorin.  You could be an extraordinary woman if you only would.  Love alone can bring happiness on earth, love the enchanting, the poetical love of youth, that sweeps away the sorrows of the world.  I had no time for it when I was young and struggling with want and laying siege to the literary fortress, but now at last this love has come to me.  I see it beckoning; why should I fly?

Arkadina. [With anger] You are mad!

Trigorin.  Release me.

Arkadina.  You have all conspired together to torture me to-day. [She weeps.]

Trigorin. [Clutching his head desperately] She doesn’t understand me! 
She won’t understand me!

Arkadina.  Am I then so old and ugly already that you can talk to me like this without any shame about another woman? [She embraces and kisses him] Oh, you have lost your senses!  My splendid, my glorious friend, my love for you is the last chapter of my life. [She falls on her knees] You are my pride, my joy, my light. [She embraces his knees] I could never endure it should you desert me, if only for an hour; I should go mad.  Oh, my wonder, my marvel, my king!