Patiomkin: rousing himself from his stupor of
amazement, springs to her like a tiger, and throws himself at her
feet.
PATIOMKIN. What shall I do to him for you? Skin him alive? Cut
off his eyelids and stand him in the sun? Tear his tongue out?
What shall it be?
CATHERINE [opening her eyes]. Nothing. But oh, if I could only
have had him for my--for my--for my--
PATIOMKIN [in a growl of jealousy]. For your lover?
CATHERINE [with an ineffable smile]. No: for my museum.
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