Come, nonnes both, and push her in with zest.


JUNIOR. Oh, let me stay out. Don't make me go into that stuffy bookcase.
There never will be room for me with all those other books. It will
squeeze what little I do know out of me.


(_Relentless, they push her behind the curtains into the bookcase. Her
voice grows weaker, finally dying away._)


WIFE. Life sentence is not much to pay for this.


PRIORESS. (_to her_ NUNS _who nod in agreement_)
_I_ think a little mercy not amiss.


EMILY. She's quite filled up the space that once was ours.


HIPPOLYTA. How are we going to pass our leisure hours?


FIRST NUN. (_to_ SECOND)
Perhaps she'll sing again.


SECOND NUN. Perchance she will.