Fam. N-o——
Lis. I said it now.
What do you know? Look at your hands—not stumps
Like mine.
Mas. Who hugs the post to-night?
Gon. I heard
Of seven warned.
Yso. My man! He hasn't come!
Mas. God's mercy, give us peace! It was his turn
To put away the knives.
[Ysobel leans against hut. Famette takes bowl from her]
Lis. There's seven, you say?
Ben. None from this yard. Famette, you haven't seen
A flogging yet?
Fam. And never will, you beast!