What, soon? In a day or two?
Merrick:
You can't mean that!
Vine:
End of the World! Well now, I never thought
To hear the news of that. If you've the truth
In what you say, likely this is an evening
That we'll be talking over often and often.
'How was it, Sellers?' I'll say; 'or you, Merrick,
Do you mind clearly how he lookt?' — And then —
"End of the world" he said, and drank — like that,
Solemn!' — And right he was: he had it all
As sure as I have when my sow's to farrow.
Dowser:
Are you making a joke of me? Keep your mind
For tippling while you can.
Vine:
Was that a joke?
I'm always bad at seeing 'em, even my own.
Dowser: