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Henry: What in all in heaven promted her to go,
After a triumph as the ball?
What could've her;
What could've her?
I understand the wretch at all.

Women are irrational, all there is to that!
Their are full of cotton, hay, and rags!
nothing but exasperating, irritating,
vacillating, calculating, agitating,
Maddening and hags!
[To
Pickering, why can't a be more like a man?

Pickering: I beg your

Yes...
Why a woman be more like a man?
Men are so honest, so square;
noble, historically fair;
Who, when you win, always give your back a pat.
Why a woman be like that?

Why does do what the others do?
Can't a learn to use her head?
Why do they do their mothers do?
Why don't grow up- well, like their father instead?
Why can't a take after a man?
Men are so pleasant, so to please;
Wherever you're them, you're always at ease.

Would you be if I didn't speak for hours?

Of not!

Would you be livid if I had a or two?

Nonsense.

Would you be wounded if I sent you flowers?

Never.

Well, why a woman be like you?

One man in a may shout a bit.
Now and then there's one slight defects;
One, perhaps, whose truthfulness you a bit.
But by and large we are a sex!
Why a woman take after man?
men are so friendly, good-natured and kind.
A better you never will find.
If I were hours late for dinner, you bellow?

Of not!

If I forgot silly birthday, would you fuss?

Nonsense.

Would you if I took out another fellow?

Never.

Well, why a woman be like us?

[To Mrs.
Mrs. Pearce, a woman...
Why can't a woman be like a man?
Men are so decent, such chaps.
Ready to help you any mishaps.
Ready to you up whenever you are glum.
Why can't a woman be a
Why is thinking something women do?
Why is never even tried?
Straightening up their hair is all ever do.
Why don't they straighten up the mess inside?
Why can't a woman behave like a
If I was a who'd been to a ball,
Been as a princess by one and by all;
Would I weeping like a bathtub overflowing?
And on as if my home were in a tree?
Would I run off and never me where I'm going?
Why can't a woman be me?