The wife and mother-in-law do a duet in poem form about a horse that doesn't want to drink water despite being thirsty.
Figurative Language
GIRL: Oh, what stockings! Women dream of such stockings! Look" a swallow here(she points to her ankle), a boat here (she points to her calf), and here (she points to her thigh) a rose!
Imagery
MOTHER: I wish that no one knew either the one who's alive or the one who's dead. I wish they were like two thistles that would prick any wagging tongue that touched them.
MOTHER: If I lived a hundred years, I would talk of nothing else! First, your father. To me he smelled like carnations, and I enjoyed him only three short years. Then your brother. Is it fair? How can it be that something as small as a pistol or a knife can destroy a man who is like a bull? I'll never be quiet. The months go by, and the desperation stings my eyes and the very tips of my hair!
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