GASS: |
Come out, come out! We are putrefied! We are corrupted!
Our lungs are destroyed with the Flogiston. This will spread a plague
all through the island. [exits with GIMBLET in pursuit]
[mass
confusion as every one waves hankies at the stench] |
QUID: |
[pulling nose] I'm hanged if I don't get up tomorrow morning at
4 o'clock and work Sir Joshua. Before ten years are up, I will teach
his poor milk sop devils, an ignorant pack of wretches, to illuminate
the Manuscript. |
SIPSOP: |
Which would be an excellent thesis indeed. |
SUCTION: |
You could have all the writing engraved instead of printed, and
at every other leaf a high finished print all in three Volumes folio,
and sell them at a hundred dollars a piece. They would print off
2000! |
SIPSOP: |
Then whoever will not buy one will be an ignorant fool and will
not deserve to live. |
QUID: |
[turns to Gittipin] Don't you think I have something of the Goat's
face? |
QUID: |
I think your face is like that noble beast the Tyger.
O
why was I born with a different face
Why was I not born like the rest of my race
When I look each one starts! When I speak I offend
Then I'm silent & passive & lose every Friend
Then my verse I dishonour. My pictures despise
My person degrade & my temper chastise
And my pen is my terror. The pencil my shame
All my Talents I bury, and dead is my Fame
I am either too low or too highly priz'd
When Elate I am Envy'd, When Meek I'm despis'd. |