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Honor and Genius is all I ask And I ask the Gods no more.
No more, no more, No more, no more.
Hang names! What's Pharoah better than Phebus or Phebus than Pharoah?
Hang them both.
Don't be profane!
I don't think its profane to say "Hang Pharoah."
I'm sure you ought to hold your tongue, for you never say anything about the scriptures, and I know for a fact that you don't go to church.
What! Don't you like to go to church?
No pleasure in it. Besides, I think a person may be as good at home.
If I had not a place of profit that forces me to go to church, I'd see the ministers all hanged, a parcel of lying . . .
Oh! If it was not for churches and chapels I should not have lived so long. [As though recalling a sexual encounter] There I was, up in a morning at four o'clock, when I was a girl. I would run like the dickens till I was all in a heat. I would stand till I was ready to sink into the earth. Ah, Mr. Huffcap would kick the bottom of the pulpit out with passion, would tear off the sleeve of his Gown and set his hair on fire and throw himself at the people. He'd cry and stamp and kick and sweat -- all for the good of their souls!
I'm sure he must be a wicked villain, a passionate wretch. If I was a man I'd wait at the bottom of the pulpit stairs and knock him down and run away!
You would, you ignorant jade. I wish I could see you hit any of the ministers! You deserve to have your ears boxed, you do. [attacks GIMBLET, but stopped by OBTUSE ANGLE, who carries her off stage]