Bess. (sighing).Yes, we know you well!
Bar. (spitefully). Too well!
Lisa. Is there no pity for me in your hearts?
Is there no pardon for such sin as mine?
See—I am cold and hungry—travel-worn—
Broken in spirit, humbled and forsaken.
Oh, I have paid a penalty!
Bar.No doubt
We knew you would.
Bess. (aside to Barbara). I’m sorry for the girl;