De FONTSOLDIER A. Look at ‘is eyes!
BODICE. It‘s my duty to inform you -SOLDIER A. Keep still! Keep yer eyes on madam when she talkst‘yer.
BODICE. - that your pardon has been refused. He can‘t talk orwrite, but he‘s cunning - he‘ll find some way of telling his lies.
We must shut him up inside himself. (She pokes the needles intoWARRINGTON‘S ears.) I‘ll just jog these in and out a little.
Doodee, doodee, doodee, doo.
FONTANELLE. He can see my face but he can‘t hear me laugh!
BODICE. Fancy! Like staring into a silent storm.
FONTANELLE. And now his eyes.
BODICE. No... I think not. (TO SOLDIER A.) Take him out in atruck and let him loose. Let people know what happens whenyou try to help my father. (TO FONTANELLE.) Let me sit on hislungs! You old vulture! Go and flap round the battlefield.
FONTANELLE. Don‘t make fun of me. You‘re so stupid. Youdon‘t understand anything.
BODICE. I don‘t think I‘d like to understand you. (Takes her