Vine (at the door):
It would be like a stack,
But for the star.
Sollers (to WARP):
Yes, as you're so clever,
You can talk down maybe yon brandishing star!
Warp:
O, 'tis the star has flickt your brains? Indeed,
The tail swings long enough to-night for that.
Well, look your best at it; 'tis off again
To go its rounds, they tell me, from now on;
And the next time it swaggers in our sky,
The moles a long while will have tired themselves
Of having their easy joke with me.
A pause.
Merrick:
You mean
The flight of the star is from us?
Sollers: