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PEER
- I've forgot what I never have known.
- What's this that you prate of? When last did we meet?
THE WOMAN
- When last we met was when first we met.
- [To THE BRAT.]
- Give your father a drink; he is thirsty, I'm sure.
PEER
- Father? You're drunk, woman! Do you call him-?
THE WOMAN
- I should think you might well know the pig by its skin!
- Why, where are your eyes? Can't you see that he's lame
- in his shank, just as you too are lame in your soul?
PEER
- Would you have me believe-?
THE WOMAN
- Would you wriggle away-?
PEER
- This long-legged urchin-!
THE WOMAN
- He's shot up apace.
PEER
- Dare you, you troll-snout, father on me-?
THE WOM
