At most,
’Twould be manslaughter with the likes of him.
I’ve some respect for murderers: they, at least,
Take things into their own hands, and don’t wait
On lucky chances, like the rest of us—
Murderers and suicides ...
Judith:
But Jim?
Bell:
I’d back
Cain against Abel, ay, and hairy Esau
Against that smooth sneak Jacob. Jim? He’s likely
Done in some doxy in a drunken sleep:
’Twould be about his measure.
Judith:
Jim—O Jim!
Bell:
Nay: he’ll not dangle in a hempen noose.
Judith: