Pa. You coquet it with my Misery.
Ma. If you can't believe me, look in the Glass.
Pa. I would never desire a better Glass, nor do I believe there is a better in the World than I am a looking in already.
Ma. What Looking-Glass do you mean?
Pa. Your Eyes.
Ma. You Banterer! that's like you. But how do you prove yourself to be dead? Do dead Folks eat?
Pa. Yes, they do; but Things that have no Relish, as I do.
Ma. What do they feed upon?
Pa. Mallows, Leeks, and Lupines.
Ma. But you feed upon Capons and Partridges.