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[Lets her stick sink.]

Oh, the beast!

[As if thunderstruck.]

Where the slope rises sheerest He's clambering upwards, by God, like a goat!

[Crying.]

He's shouldered her, mother, as I might a pig!

[Shaking her fist up at him.]

Would God you might fall, and!

[Screams out in terror.

Take care of your footing!

[Comes in, bare-headed and white with rage.]

I'll have his life for this bride-rape yet!

Oh no, God punish me if I let you!