'How was it, Sellers?' I'll say; 'or you, Merrick,
Do you mind clearly how he lookt?'--And then--
"End of the world" he said, and drank--like that,
Solemn!'--And right he was: he had it all
As sure as I have when my sow's to farrow.
Dowser:
Are you making a joke of me? Keep your mind
For tippling while you can.
Vine:
Was that a joke?
I'm always bad at seeing 'em, even my own.
Dowser:
A fool's! 'Twill cheer you when the earth blows up.
Like as it were all gunpowder.
Vine:
You mean
The star will butt his burning head against us?
'Twill knock the world to flinders, I suppose?
Dowser:
Ay, or with that wild, monstrous tail of his
Smash down upon the air, and make it bounce
Like water under the flukes of a harpooned whale,
And thrash it to a poisonous fire; and we
And all the life of the world drowned in blazing!
Vine:
'Twill be a handsome sight. If my old wife
Were with me now! This would have suited her.
'I do like things to happen!' she would say;
Never shindy enough for her; and now
She's gone, and can't be seeing this!
Dowser:
You poor fool.
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