Peacock.—I know you don't want to harm him. Besides, "He hath a prosperous art," and one day or other,—mark my words, or rather my friend Will's—
"He will bestride this narrow world
Like a Colossus."
Upon my life he will—like a Colossus,
"And we petty men—"
Pisistratus (savagely.)—Go on with your story.
Peacock (snappishly.)—I am going on with it! You put me out; where was I—oh—ah yes. I had just been sold up—not a penny in my pocket; and if you could have seen my coat—yet that was better than the small-clothes! Well, it was in Oxford Street—no, it was in the Strand, near the Lowther—
"The sun was in the heavens; and the proud day
Attended, with the pleasures of the world."
Pisistratus, (lowering the glass.)—To St James's Square?
Peacock.—No, no; to London Bridge.
"How use doth breed a habit in a man!"