A fool's! 'Twill cheer you when the earth blows up.
Like as it were all gunpowder.
Vine:
You mean
The star will butt his burning head against us?
'Twill knock the world to flinders, I suppose?
Dowser:
Ay, or with that wild, monstrous tail of his
Smash down upon the air, and make it bounce
Like water under the flukes of a harpooned whale,
And thrash it to a poisonous fire; and we
And all the life of the world drowned in blazing!
Vine:
'Twill be a handsome sight. If my old wife
Were with me now! This would have suited her.
'I do like things to happen!' she would say;
Never shindy enough for her; and now
She's gone, and can't be seeing this!
Dowser:
You poor fool.
How will it be a sight to you, when your eyes
Are scorcht to little cinders in your head?
Vine: