MICHAEL. Have you forgotten? [Jumps up from the table, strikes her on the head and knocks off her kerchief] One!
MARTHA. Oh! Oh! Oh! [Runs crying to the door].
MICHAEL. You'll not get away, you jade! [Rushes at her].
TRAMP [jumps up from the table and seizes his arm] You have no kind of complete right.
MICHAEL [stops and looks at Tramp with surprise] Is it long since you had a thrashing?
TRAMP. You have no complete right to subject the female sex to insults.
MICHAEL. Oh, you son of a bitch! Do you see this? [Shows his fist].
TRAMP. I will not allow exploitations to be performed on the female sex.
MICHAEL. I'll give you such an extolpation that you'll not know which end you stand on.…
TRAMP. Go on, strike away! Why don't you? [Holds out his face].