Foss. Hold, Sir: You will not only deface my mummy, but spoil my Roman sacrificing-knife.
Enter Townley.
Town. I must lure them from this experiment, or we are discover'd.
[Aside.
[She looks through a telescope.
What do I see! most prodigious! a star as broad as the moon in the day-time!
[The doctors go to her.
Poss. Only a halo about the sun, I suppose.
Naut. Your suppositions, doctor, seem to be groundless. Let me make my observation.
[Nautilus and Possum struggle to look first.
Town. Now for your escape:
[To Plotwell and Underplot.
[They run to the door, but find it lock'd.
Underp. What an unlucky dog I am!
Town. Quick. Back to your posts. Don't move, and rely upon me. I have still another artifice.
[They run back to their places.
[Exit Townley.
Naut. I can espy no celestial body but the sun.
Poss. Brother Nautilus, your eyes are somewhat dim; your sight is not fit for astronomical observations.