They go off together.
Sollers:
Why, the star's dwindling now, surely!
Merrick:
O, small
And dull now to the glowing size it was.
Vine:
But is it certain there'll be nothing smasht?
Not even a house knockt roaring down in crumbles?
— And I did think, I'ld open my wife's mouth
With envy of the dreadful things I'd seen!
CURTAIN