Solomon: Why art thou come here to the Hall of Judgment?
Second Woman: I came hither for justice; but thy judge in Gibeon is as the chaff which the wind beareth away—
Solomon (sternly): Beware how thou speak evil of them in authority. (Then he smiles.) I gather that the case went against thee. What hast thou lost? Fear not; I will requite thee. (He offers her gold.)
Second Woman: O lord king, my loss was not of gold.
Solomon: What then? Of land? Lo, I will give to thee a bit of land, hard by a spring of water—
Second Woman: O lord king, I have lost no rood of land.
Solomon: Speak then thy sorrow.
Second Woman: O lord king, God gave unto thy father David a little son to sit upon his throne. Speak, was thy father glad?
Solomon: Yea, verily, he rejoiced with great rejoicing.