Rom.—Ah! hundreds and thousands of million miles.
Jul.—They seem about a mile-and-a-half from the earth.
Rom.—But they are not so far from the earth as you are from me.
Jul. (leaning over)—We are nearer now.
Rom. (holding spout of water-pot)—And the waterpot join us. For how long?
Jul.—Until I am tired of holding it, I suppose.
Rom.—Will you be out to-morrow morning?
Jul.—I always go to the village to get an egg for papa’s breakfast.
Rom.—Meet me at the Friar’s.
Jul.—What for?