NATALYA STEPANOVNA. I shan’t shut up until you acknowledge that Squeezer is a hundred
times better than your Guess!
LOMOV. A hundred times worse! Be hanged to your Squeezer! His head . . . eyes . . .
shoulder . . .
NATALYA STEPANOVNA. There’s no need to hang your silly Guess; he’s halfdead
already!
LOMOV. [Weeps] Shut up! My heart’s bursting!
NATALYA STEPANOVNA. I shan’t shut up.
Enter CHUBUKOV.
CHUBUKOV. What’s the matter now?
NATALYA STEPANOVNA. Papa, tell us truly, which is the better dog, our Squeezer or his
Guess.