[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

[Chorus OF GIRLS]
Yes, yes, let's talk about the weather