Zina. Aye, revolt!
Brightly. Before this, I had determined to kill you. (Rolling up cuffs, &c.)
Zina. Who strikes a woman is a coward!
Brightly. You have earned your right to the knife now, and you shall have it.
Zina. I have worked for you since I could walk, and never played. You have beat and starved me in return, after I had done the best I could.
Brightly. Rant, for this shall be your last time!
Zina. Your brutal strength loves best to beat the helpless. But while I live I will defend myself!
Brightly. Before my arm—like a breath of heedless air.
Zina. This shall be the last with me. My hands have earned the right to be free, and now I will be, or you shall kill me!
Brightly. This knife shall answer that!