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Oh Devil woman, you who would take my man
You who would take the one I own, my husband
I stand over you now the victor in our fight
He is mine, all mine, I have won the battle

Has good triumphed over evil?
Well there you lie, a serpent’s tail coiling from your hips
The very personification of evil
So yes it must be so, good has triumphed over evil

But why do I not feel more sense of pleasure at your defeat?

And you are crying, how can evil cry?
Do you cry from the humiliation of defeat
You say you cry because you have lost one you truly loved
Love!  Who believes in love these days?
What nonsense!

Don’t look at me like that!!
No I know I don’t love him anymore really
Not any more, maybe not in reality ever
But that is not the point

He is my husband, he is my property
He married me and promised to love honour and obey
Obey, you understand that word obey!

Well, you were stupid not giving him orders,
Expecting him to follow you for love,
When I could make him follow me from fear

This is a matter of pride, not love
And anyway I have no one else to go to
And I will get old and possibly sick
And I need him to carry out his vows
‘In sickness and in health
For richer and poorer
As long as we both shall live’

Whatever it costs

Even if he doesn’t love me
And I do not love him
Important things promises
Even if they were made
Without understanding

So do not cry like that
You, of course won’t be able to see him again
Now I know what has gone between you
I will watch him every hour of every day
Give him hell of course to punish him
For what he did

You ask me about his happiness?
My God, what a nerve to ask me if he will be happy like that.
What do I care if he is happy
I haven’t been bothered about whether he has been happy before, why should I bother now?
He was never bothered about me,
So why should I be bothered about him
How naïve
To think that love
Would triumph
Over ownership