And what—for him?
Joan.—
I’ve broke my ’eart for ’im; it’s past its work,
And now it ain’t no use—no use—to ’im.
Snowman.—
Its use has come. Oh, woman give
Your heart to me, I’ll make it live.
And what you lend he shall receive.
Joan.—
You can’t. You can’t do that——