Jim:
Then who the devil’s home ...
Judith:
It’s Ruth’s and Michael’s.
Jim:
My daughter’s and her man’s: their home’s my home.
Judith:
You shall not stay.
Jim:
It’s got to “shall not” now?
The cuckoo’s changed his tune; but I can’t say
I like the new note better: it’s too harsh:
The gowk’s grown croupy. But, lass, I never thought
You’d be harsh with me: yet even you’ve turned raspy ...
First “cannot,” then ...