GERVASE. Oh, Shakespeare, yes.
SUSAN. And why, you ask, am I merry?
GERVASE. Well, I didn't, but I was just going to. Why are you merry?
SUSAN. Can you not guess? What does the great Ralph say?
GERVASE (trying hard). The great Ralph. . . . No, you've got me there. I'm sure I don't know him. Well, what does he say?
SUSAN. Give me health and a day, and I will make the pomp of Empires ridiculous.
GERVASE. Emerson, of course. Silly of me.
SUSAN. So you see, sir—I am well, the day is well, all is well.
GERVASE. Sir, I congratulate you. In the words of the great Percy—(to himself) that's got him.
SUSAN (at a loss). The—er—great Percy?