Can’t wink: and twopence shuts their bravest stare.
So, ghosts won’t trouble my rest at Krindlesyke.
I vowed that I’d sleep sound at Krindlesyke,
When I ...

JUDITH:
You cannot bide.

JIM:
I bear no malice.
Why can’t you let bygones be bygones? But that’s
A woman all over; must be raking up
The ashes into a glow, and puffing them red,
To roast a man for what he did, or didn’t,
Twenty-year syne. Why should you still bear malice?

JUDITH:
I bear no malice: but you cannot bide.

JIM:
Why do you keep cuckooing “cannot, cannot”?
And who’s to turn me out of Krindlesyke,
Where I was born and bred, I’d like to ken?
You can’t gainsay it’s my home.

JUDITH:
Not your home now.

JIM:
Then who the devil’s home ...