Peter (sitting left of table, elbows on table and head in hands). Oh, what's the use of that? I'm finished. Out, middle stump. And there's no second innings in life.
O'Cal. Isn't there? Don't the people need you just as much as ever?
Peter (without turning to him). The people have no use for broken idols, Denis.
Mar. But we need you, Peter.
Peter (looking up). Who are we?
Mar. Your own people.
Peter. You! You never believed in me.
Mar. I always thought you'd the wrong temperament for Parliament.
Peter. You knew me for the rotten failure that I am. I congratulate you on your perspicacity.
Mar. (shaking her head). I'm not proud of it. What do you propose to do?