Mr. Brocklehurst
There's no sight so sad
No stench so bad
As that of a naughty girl
Mrs. Reed
No crime so grave
As children who misbehave
Mr. Brocklehurst
We promise to save every naughty girl...Do you know where liars go after death?
Young Jane
They go to hell.
Mr. Brocklehurst
And what is hell?
Young Jane
A pit full of fire.
Mr. Brocklehurst
And should you like to be falling into that pit and to be swimming there forever?
Young Jane
No, sir.
Mr. Brocklehurst
And what must we do to avoid it?
Young Jane
I must keep in good health and not die.
Mr. Brocklehurst
Children younger than you die daily!
I just buried a child
Whose soul will rest in heaven's care
I should say it's shameful
Your soul won't be welcome there
She'll be watched
I swear
We'll take good care
Of this little, naughty girl
Mrs. Reed
Keep her 'til
You've shattered her stubborn will
For I've done the best I could
More than another woman would
Mr. Brocklehurst
And we'll cleanse her so clean
You'll think she's St. Augustine
God hears her plea
But He leaves her soul to me
