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

Women are irrational, all there is to that!
Their are full of cotton, hay, and rags!
They're but exasperating, irritating,
vacillating, calculating, agitating,
Maddening and hags!
[To
Pickering, why can't a woman be more like a

Pickering: I beg your

Yes...
Why can't a woman be more a man?
Men are so honest, so square;
noble, historically fair;
Who, when you win, will always your back a pat.
Why can't a woman be like

Why does ev'ryone do the others do?
Can't a woman learn to use her
Why do they do their mothers do?
Why don't they grow up- well, like their father
Why can't a woman take a man?
Men are so pleasant, so easy to
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 can't a woman be you?

One man in a may shout a bit.
Now and then there's one slight defects;
One, perhaps, whose you doubt a bit.
But by and large we are a sex!
Why can't a woman take after
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 your silly birthday, you fuss?

Nonsense.

Would you complain if I took out another

Never.

Well, why a woman be like us?

[To Mrs.
Mrs. Pearce, a woman...
Why a woman be more like a man?
Men are so decent, regular chaps.
to help you through any mishaps.
Ready to buck you up you are glum.
Why a woman be a chum?
Why is thinking something never 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 woman 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 tell me where I'm
Why can't a woman be me?