Conan: You remember that, too?
Mother: I do well!
Conan: Where is the bellows? Was it you
(to Flannery) that blew a blast on her?
Flannery: It was not.
Conan: Or you?
Rock: It's long sorry I'd be to do such a thing!
Conan: It is certain someone did it on her.
Where now is it?
Mother: (Seizing him.) And I remember the
day you threw out your mug of milk into the street,
by reason, says you, you didn't like the colour of
the cow that gave it!
Conan: Will you stop ripping up little annoyances,
till I'll find the bellows!
Rock: It's what I'm thinking, her memory will
soon be back at the far side of Solomon's
Temple.