PHŒBE:
I heard it from the lips
That uttered it just now.

JUDITH:
From Jim’s? Well, Jim
Kens what I am. I wonder he lets you talk
With me. Come ...

PHŒBE:
Not until I know the name
Of your baby’s father.

JUDITH:
You’ve no right to ask.

PHŒBE:
Maybe: and yet, you shall not cross that doorsill,
Until I know.

JUDITH:
Come, woman, don’t be foolish.

PHŒBE:
You say I’ve no right. Pray God, you speak the truth:
But there may be no woman in the world
Who has a better right.

JUDITH: