.-- --lost his smelling-salts.
Dion
.--My dear fellow, buy those smelling-salts, or there won't
be a rag left of all your prologues.
Eur
.--What? I buy 'em of him?
Dion
.--If you'll be advised by me.
Eur
.--Not a bit of it. I've lots of prologues where he can't