Anton Chekhov,
Uncle Vanya — Act IV
(1899)
“ Why do you want to frighten us? [Tenderly] Give it up, Uncle Vanya! My misfortune is perhaps even greater than yours, but I am not plunged in despair. I endure my sorrow, and shall endure it until my life comes to a natural end. You must endure yours, too. [A pause] Give it up! Dear, darling Uncle Vanya. Give it up! [She weeps] You are so good, I am sure you will have pity on us and give it up. You must endure your sorrow, Uncle Vanya; you must endure it.VOITSKI takes a bottle from the drawer of the table and hands it to ASTROFF.VOITSKI. There it is! ”
