Lut. Wicked? The best of women!
Zay. (maliciously).So she seemed.
Lut. She had her faults, I know.
Zay.She hath a soul
In which hypocrisy, intemperance,
Hate, envy, vanity, untruthfulness
Run riot at their will!
Lut. (astonished).You don’t say so?
I’d no idea of this—(weeping)
Zay.As for her crimes—