Peer.

Stop!

Say in the distance I’d have them assemble;

Say from the distance I hear all their prayers.

Add that I suffer no menfolk in here!

Men, my child, are a worthless crew,—

Inveterate rascals you well may call them!

Anitra, you can’t think how shamelessly

They have swind——I mean they have sinned, my child!—[[90]]

Well, enough now of that; you may dance for me, damsels!