HOLD. Take off the cover, Euclid.
EUCLID. (aside.) Another incident! No, no—this globe is dreadfully inaccurate—full of mistakes.
MRS. F. Nonsense, dear, it will do.
EUCLID. No, no, no.
JULIA. How very warm he is.
MRS. F. What is come to you? I may look at it, and will!
EUCLID. No, no; don’t touch it!
MRS. F. But, Mr. Euclid, I insist—
HOLD. True, true—the globe was made to be looked at. Let us settle our dispute.