Pa. If I do, I relish them no more than Beets without Pepper or Vinegar.
Ma. Poor Creature! but yet you're in pretty good Case, for all that. And do dead Folks talk too?
Pa. Just as I do, with a weak Voice.
Ma. But when I heard you rallying your Rival a little While ago, your Voice was not very low then. But, prithee, do Ghosts walk, wear Cloaths, and sleep?
Pa. Yes, and enjoy one another too, after their Manner.
Ma. Thou art a merry Fellow.
Pa. But what will you say, if I prove it by undeniable Arguments, that I am dead, and that you have kill'd me too.
Ma. God forbid, Pamphilus; but let's hear your Arguments, however.
Pa. In the first Place, I think you will grant me this, that Death is only a Separation of Soul and Body.
Ma. I grant it.