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 [Spreading his arms across the door so as to close it] Come, put an end to their quarrelling: One is as fair as the other, and each one the wife of a king. Break down the painted boards between the sill and the floor That they come in together, each one at her own door. [ and begin to break out the bottoms of the windows, then their wives go to the windows, each to the window where her husband is,  stands at the door and sings while the boards are being broken out] Nothing that he has done, His mind that is fire,