[EDITH] What ought we to do, Gentle sisters, say? Propriety, we know, Says we ought to stay; While sympathy exclaims, “Free them from your tether – Play at other games – Leave them here together.” [KATE] Her case may, any day, Be yours, my dear, or mine. Let her make her hay While the sun doth shine. Let us compromise (Our hearts are not of leather): Let us shut our eyes, And talk about the weather. [GIRLS] Yes, yes, let's talk about the weather.