Sollers:
I had it in me to be doubting him.
Merrick:
The noise you made was like that! But I knew
You'ld laugh at me, so sure you were the world
Would shiver like a bursting grindlestone:
Else I'ld have said out loud, 'twas a fool's whimsy.
Vine:
Where are you now? What am I now to think?
Your minds run round in puzzles, like chased hares.
I cannot sight them.
Merrick:
Think of going to bed.
Sollers:
And dreaming prices for your pigs.
Merrick:
O Warp,
You should have seen Vine crying! The moon, he said,
The silver moon! Just like an onion 'twas
To stir the water in his eyes.
Sollers:
He's left
A puddle of his tears where he was droopt
Over the table.
Vine:
There's to be no ruin?--
But what's the word of a molecatcher, to crow
So ringing over a dowser's word?
Warp:
I'll tell you.
These dowsers live on lies: my trade's the truth.
I can read moles, and the way they've dug their journeys,
Where you'ld not see a wrinkle.
Vine:
And he knows
The buried water.
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