Peer.
[With a snort of contempt.]
No more? Who the deuce cares a straw for that?
The Old Man.
It’s ever the same with this humankind.
The spirit you’re ready to own with your lips,
But in fact nothing counts that your fists cannot handle.
So you really think, then, that lust matters nought?
Wait; you shall soon have ocular proof of it——
Peer.