Mary: I’ll not stay long, just long enough to find work. (Screams) But if I am in your way, I beg you to tell me at once quite honestly. I’ll sell something and go to the hotel.
Shatov: Mary, you mustn’t talk of a hotel. You are at home here.
Mary: No, I am not at home here. We separated three years ago. Don’t get it into your head that I am repenting and coming back to begin over again.( Screams of pain)
Shatov: No, no, that would be pointless. But it doesn’t matter anyway. You are the only person who ever told me she loved me. That’s enough. You are doing what you want, and now you are here.
Mary: Yes, you are good. I have come back under your roof because I have always considered you a good man – so far above all those scoundrels. . . .
Shatov: Mary, you look exhausted. Please don’t get annoyed.
Mary: You are still just as much a child. It’s so cold here.
Shatov: Kirilov, my wife has come back, Kirilov!( Screams and knocks on the wall. )
Kirilov: Your wife.
Shatov: Kirilov, Kirilov, She's giving birth to my child, Kirilov! ( Hugs him ).
Kirilov: I am glad she has come back and that you still love her. I am glad that you turned to me. ( Mary screams )
Mary: Why did you let me go to sleep? I’m in your bed. Ah! (she stiffens as if in a sort of attack and grips Shatov’s hand.)
Shatov: You are suffering, my dear. I shall call the doctor.
Mary: Don’t stand still. Tell me something... Talk to me of your new ideas. What are you preaching now? You can’t keep yourself from preaching; it’s in your nature.
Shatov: Yes... That is... I am preaching God now.
Mary: And yet you don’t believe in him. (New attack.) Oh, how unbearable you are! Don’t you see that I’m about to give birth? Oh! Cursed be this child!
Shatov: Oh, Mary!.. Kirilov! Kirilov!
(All talk and scream. Child's cry)
Mary: What shall I name him?
Shatov: Shatov. He is my son.
Mary: Not like that! How awkward you are! Lean over me! Closer! Closer! (she kisses him.)
Shatov: Mary! My love!
Mary: Ah! Nicholas Stavrogin is a wretch. (She bursts into sobs.)
Shatov: Mary. It’s over now. The three of us will live together, and we shall work.
Mary: Yes, we shall work, we shall forget everything, my love...
(There is a knock at the door. Lyamshin.)
Shatov: I can’t receive you now.
Lyamshin: I have come to tell you from Peter that everything is arranged. You are free. Yes, absolutely free. You will just have to show Liputin the place where the press is buried.
Mary: What’s that?
Shatov: I had forgotten it. Mary, I must leave you now.
Mary: You are going to leave me alone? We have just found each other after all these years...
Shatov: This is the last time. After this we shall be together forever. Never, never again shall we think of the horror of the past.
(He kisses her.)
Shatov (to Lyamshin): Have you ever been happy in your life? ( They leave, Mary with child sings, child's cry goes away.)