'Well, I don't know.' 'Well, if you don't you will.'
'I look on women as as good as men.'
'Now, that's the kind of talk that makes me ill.
When have they been as good? I ask you when?'
'Always they have.' 'They haven't. Now and then
P'raps one or two was neither hen nor fury.'
'One for your mother, that. Here comes the jury.'
Guilty. Thumbs down. No hope. The judge passed sentence;
'A frantic passionate youth, unfit for life,
A fitting time afforded for repentance,