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THE MAKROPOULOS SECRET [On the throne beside her]

Who?

She—Marty.

Marty? Of course.

You know, I don’t understand. Why does she have to love someone when she’s so great and famous? You don’t know what it is when a woman loves. It is so degrading!

It is not!

You don’t know anything about it! A woman doesn’t think of herself any more. She follows him like a slave. She can’t belong to herself. Oh, I could beat myself sometimes.

But

And then everybody’s crazy about Marty—everyone she looks at. But it doesn’t mean anything to her.

Not everyone.

I’m afraid of her.