Help me to fight for all
good women. Teach me how I may make the world better--for our
children.
ANNYS [The light is in her eyes. She stands a moment. Her hands
are going out to him.]
ELIZABETH [She comes between them.] Yes, go to him. He will be
very good to you. Good men are kind to women, kind even to their
dogs. You will be among the pampered few! You will be happy. And
the others! What does it matter?
[They draw apart. She stands between them, the incarnation of the
spirit of sex war.]
The women that have not kind owners--the dogs that have not kind
masters--the dumb women, chained to their endless, unpaid drudgery!
Let them be content. What are they but man's chattel? To be
honoured if it pleases him, or to be cast into the dust. Man's
pauper! Bound by his laws, subject to his whim; her every hope,
her every aspiration, owed to his charity. She toils for him
without ceasing: it should be her "pleasure." She bears him
children, when he chooses to desire them. They are his to do as he
will by.
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