THE POET. And the four faculties, too?
THE DAUGHTER. They also, and not the least. Four heads, four minds, and one body. Who made that monster?
ALL. She has not answered!
LORD CHANCELLOR. Stone her then!
THE DAUGHTER. I have answered.
LORD CHANCELLOR. Hear—she answers.
ALL. Stone her! She answers!
THE DAUGHTER. Whether she answer or do not answer, stone her! Come, prophet, and I shall tell you the riddle—but far away from here—out in the desert, where no one can hear us, no one see us, for——
THE LAWYER. [Enters and takes THE DAUGHTER by the arm] Have you forgotten your duties?
THE DAUGHTER. Oh, heavens, no! But I have higher duties.