Doctor.

Never!

Margaret.
Sooner or later your own club will—will kill him?

Doctor.
Yes.

Margaret.
And I—if I persuade or prevent him—I will be treated accordingly?

Doctor.
You will.

Margaret.
And you, too—if you attempt to evade the death to which you have been told to doom the Minister—you will expose yourselves to your own deaths instead?

Doctor.
We shall.

Margaret.
Then we are all slaves!

Doctor.
Margaret!

Margaret.
Bound slaves of the powers above us!

Fritz.
Blasphemy! Blasphemy against our King and Kaiser!

Margaret.
[Pointing to the portrait of the Kaiser.] Yes, your King and Kaiser—that's it! That's the root of everything when I come to think of it—not what I thought it was two months ago. We must commit