Plot. This bite wont take to send him out of the way, I'll change my subject. [Aside.] Do you deal in longitudes, Sir?
Foss. I deal not in impossibilities. I search only for the grand elixir.
Plot. Vat do you tink of de new metode of fluxion?
Foss. I know no other but [my mercury].
Plot. Ha, ha. Me mean de fluxion of de quantity.
Foss. The greatest quantity I ever knew, was three quarts a day.
Plot. Be dere any secret in the hydrology, zoology, minerology, hydraulicks, acausticks, pneumaticks, logarithmatechny, dat you do want de explanation of?
Foss. This is all out of my way. Do you know of any hermaphrodites, monstrous twins, antediluvivian shells, bones, and vegetables?
Plot. Vat tink you of an antediluvian knife, spoon, and fork, with the mark of Tubal Cain in Hebrew, dug out of the mine of Babylon?
Foss. Of what dimensions, I pray, Sir?