Foss. Is the focus of the glass right? hold gentlemen, I see it; about the bigness of Jupiter.
Naut. No phenomenon offers itself to my speculation.
Poss. Point over yonder chimney. Directly south.
Naut. Thitherward, begging your pardon, Dr. Possum, I affirm to be the north.
Foss. East.
Poss. South.
Naut. North. Alas! what an ignorant thing is vanity! I was just making a reflection on the ignorance of my brother Possum, in the nature of the crocodile.
Poss. First, brother Nautilus, convince yourself of the composition of the mummy.
Naut. I will insure your alligator from any damage. His skin I affirm once more to be impenetrable.
[draws his sword.
Poss. I will not deface any hieroglyphick.
[Goes to the mummy with the knife.