Over his vesture so old-fangled.
Third Voice: She wanted to kill. There was a night when she had kill inside her. She helped Lethe do her work.
Second Voice: Why isn’t she in prison then? Where’s Lethe?
Theodosia:
As if impatient to be playing
Upon his pipe, as low it dangled
Over his vesture so old-fangled.
Second Voice: Her hand went with Lethe’s. Into Ross. All night blood ran out.
Fourth Voice: Too bad it wasn’t a hog. Melts fried in fat make a right good dish. Onion. A little butter.