TALBOYS.
Why not? ceiling—cœlum. Feet up to heaven.
NORTH.
An involuntary feat—the fault of Swing—sole fault—but I always forget it when agitated—
BULLER.
Some time or other, sir, you will fly backwards and fracture your skull.
NORTH.
There, we have recovered our equilibrium—now we are in grips, don't fear a fall—I hope you are not displeased with your reception.
TALBOYS.