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I am getting you a bath ready to clean off the filth.

A bath for me, you dirty slut, you!

Yes, indeed, a nuptial bath—he, he!

Do you hear that? What insolence!

I am a free woman, I tell you.

I will make you hold your tongue, never fear!

Ah, ha! you shall never sit more amongst the heliasts.

Burn off her hair for her!

Water, do your office! (The women pitch the water in their water-pots over the old men.)

Oh, dear! oh, dear! oh, dear!