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| AMANDA. I've but one hope in life--and that's to die! |
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Off, wretched weeds? (She flings away her cloak.)
One plunge, and then my woes — |
(At this moment PISCATOR returns for his bait-can, and AMANDA, hurrying towards the pond, runs against him.)
| PISCATOR (bowing). I beg a thousand pardons! |
| AMANDA (wildly). Double them!! |
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And multiply by anything you please;
Add what you like; produce the quotient,
E'en to the farthest limit of the dot
That marks an oft-recurring decimal;
Let x be equal to a million;
Subtract not from the nth power of apology
One single surd; but do not bar my way! |
| PISCATOR (amazed). Indeed! Why not? Kindly explain yourself! |
| AMANDA (gripping his arm with demented earnestness). |
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If two to one bar one, they may succeed;
But 'tis but you and I; and I am young,
Healthy and vigorous — |
| PISCATOR (rubbing his arm). |
I feel you are! |
| AMANDA. Whilst you are but a feeble, frail, old man, |
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Puny and weak — |
| PISCATOR (drawing himself up). Indeed? I beg your pardon! |
| AMANDA. I'm desperate. Be warned, and let me pass! |
| PISCATOR (aside). She's rather muscular. I'll temporise. |
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(Aloud) Where do you want to go? |
| PISCATOR. To drink? Insanitary! |
| PISCATOR. Puppies or kittens, may I ask? |
| PISCATOR (turning away disgusted). Another of them! |
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Why can't they leave a fisherman in peace? |
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